DBWright

Nobody's going to reading this but y'all want some tea? I am in the middle of an enormous clusterf*** and don't exactly know how I got here. 
          
          On Saturday I made corned beef and roasted vegetables for supper. I mixed up my days and somehow thought yesterday was St. Patrick's day and today was my FAVORITE holiday,  St. Urho's day.  I was going to make mojakka today and didn't want two big, expensive chunks of meat on consecutive days. 
          
          Anyway.  I made corned beef. My bil who lives in the apartment in our duplex came down for something right at supper time and when that happens I make him a container of whatever we're having.
          
          He made an extra trip down to say that was the best corned beef he's ever had  (nothing special,  I braised it and finished it in a hot oven to sort of reverse sear it).
          
          That somehow turned into my agreeing to make more... like fifteen pounds, for a work potluck he has Thursday.  Yuck but okay.  Then the meeting became a bad and fifteen became 30. I started getting alarmed here. I tried to get him to enlist other people's kitchens because I literally don't have the capacity to cook 30 pounds of meat at once. That didn't go so hot. I resigned myself to spending all day tomorrow batch cooking a cow.
          
          Just now the big shot who made it go from cooking for 50 to cooking for 120 said he found corned beef for $4 a pound so suddenly I am cooking for 120 tomorrow without knowing when I'm going to have the product that's totally different from what I made over the weekend.  F me.

Hey, hey! Thanks for reading and voting for Heartbreak 'n Heels. I really appreciate it!

It's kinda warm today but I just did a quick version of autumn comfort food.
          
          I have five quarts of chili on the stove simmering away for supper.
          
          My easy version is diced onion, minced garlic, ground beef, beans (I usually use dry but today was a result of not being able to hit up the store so I'm using rinsed canned black beans), chili spiced beans,  tomato paste, diced tomatoes and used to be Mccormick taco seasoning packets but covid kindly turned smoked paprika into a tire fire for me so seasonings like chili powder, cumin, coriander  and oregano.

Koira here! Mom took me to run errands today.  She usually takes Musta. They say it's to give me a break from him because teenagers are annoying and he gets on my nerves. He must have been bad yesterday,  though, because she chose me.
          
          We drove to the pet supply store a long way away.  Mom said something about a gift certificate and that's why we went there instead of the store the next town over.
          
          I was bummed she put my seat belt on. I wanted to sit in the front seat with her. I don't know why she didn't let me.  No one else was there.  Anyway,  it's good that I had it on. I bumped my head on the door a couple times.  Mom says it's because I need to sit or lay down when the car is moving but it's totally because she's a bad driver. When I said that she laughed and said she has something called a seedy ell and was driving carefully. 
          
          I was so excited when we got to the store I forgot about wearing a seat belt and tried to jump out.  I wound up dangling out the door by my harness. That was unpleasant.  Mom put me back and said I have to wait so she can unbuckle me.  I'm not going to do that again.  At least not today. 
          
          When we went in there was a human puppy I wanted pets from.  I used my best manners to sit so they knew I was a good girl but a very tall human,  even taller than Mom, called a grampa picked them up and didn't let them pet me. When that was done Mom talked to a lady who I think was dumb. Mom told her my name is Koira but then she called me Bailey.  Pfft. Please. I have a name as pretty as I am (mom here: she doesn't know her name is "dog").
          
          After we got the stuff in the car I was ready to go home. This time I made sure I showed Mom I know how to let her put my seat belt on and laid down because I didn't trust Mom to drive any better than before. 
          
          Now that we're home I'm going to put my puppies to bed after checking on them. They're good puppies. The cow puppy and alligator puppy like to sleep in my bed but the chicken puppy goes in Musta's.

Musta ran errands this morning.  He says it's very boring and kind of hot driving the car because *some* people don't think the air conditioning needs to be on when it's only in the low 80s. Those people have no consideration for dogs who are black and need haircuts.
          
          He further reports that he met a very nice young man who gave him pets and asked him who's a good boy. Musta suspects he was talking about him because he's the bestest boy. He would have liked to spend more time with him but he put boring things that didn't even smell interesting in the trunk and rudely left without giving enough wubbins.
          
          Musta would like to conclude his report by saying he was a very good boy and liked hanging out with Mom away from Koira but he isn't sure if running errands is worth his time because it was exhausting and all he got was some bubbles he's not sure about.  They're very suspicious. But maybe he can scare the evil chicken puppy that bawks, squeaks and sneaks up on him when he's not looking away with them.
          
          He needs a nap now as soon as he makes sure Koira didn't put the evil chicken in his favorite bed.

This was supposed to be a week off. It's been crazy around here, instead.
          
          We got the house painted which means no more fifty shades of diarrhea with leprosy for us! But that was a thing. Then we traveled to another city a  few hours away a couple times and came home with two golden doodles the second trip. *THEN* while the painters were here something happened with light fixture over the door to the apartment upstairs so we've been to three locations all over the city of the same hardware store to buy new outdoor fixtures in anticipation of the electrician who's scheduled to show up sometime this afternoon. 
          
          We still have to replace a sill plate, install a solar floodlight, weed, plant hydrangeas we bought...
          
          I miss when a holiday week actually was.  I'm going to need a vacation to recover from this vacation. 
          
          In other news, I've been sitting on a few stories.  Does anyone have opinions on whether I should work on posting a hea with a supernatural spin or a past life slash ghost story slash romance?

Thanks a bunch for the follow :-)

I'm such a cheap date.
          
          Today is my birthday and I wanted what I want every year.  Supper I didn't have to cook and which I can eat in my pajamas. 
          
          We got Applebee's takeout (there isn't a lot of choice in my town) which we do every couple months.  Mine was upgraded to onion rings on the side to make it special.

I wrote a dumb but hopefully cute and semi-scary short story for Halloween.   It's posted in its entirety on my page under the name Joslyn's Legacy.
          
          It's a quick read clocking in somewhere around 8k words.
          
          It's completely unedited. I didn't even read it over before posting so let the typo hunt begin!

Our house is very empty and quiet this afternoon. 
          
          Our Tiny Cat has been unwell recently and we knew we had to make an appointment for him early next week.  He took a turn for the worse this morning and C brought him to the emergency vet and came home alone.
          
          Our son, who is far too old to be crawling into anyone's lap, never mind that he's 6'5", crawled into mine for mom cuddles when we told him what was happening. 
          
          We're going to give ourselves a minute and then look for a dog. Our son needs some kind of therapeutic animal and I've been resistant to a dog since our last one died.  I love cats but dogs crawl straight into core of your heart and shatter it when they go.  But I don't have the excuse of how our little guy who had a mysterious but obviously traumatic life before he came to us would react to a dog.
          
          At least I can take comfort knowing Tiny Cat is now with our other animals and will be back to teach whoever comes how to best love and annoy us like they did for him.