That's why my dad watched the original when it was on: the Lorne Greene angle.

Lorne Greene in my psyche:

First: Alpo
Second: Battlestar
Third: Lorne Greene's New Wilderness (it was part of the animal/nature show daily trifecta at my grandparent's house that included Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom and Marty Stouffer's Wild America)
Fourth: Bonanza (which I knew more from my grandmothers Ponderosa Ranch tourist memorabilia than ever actually watching the show)

For a mostly forgotten guy, he sure was around a lot in my childhood.

Lorne Greene was the second best father in history. Or maybe that was TV history. Or Ben Cartwright. What the hell, it's all the same.

Could have been you. My love for Ben Browder in minimal clothing isn't really a secret :evil: .

Well darn. Both cars have sensed the receipt of our tax refund and decided they needed to be towed to the mechanic a week apart. F word.

But on the bright side, at least the money was there.

So, here I am at home. What to do. I made empanadas for dinner last night.

Today I'm thinking of trying this bread that's made with a yeast batter instead of a dough (and the honeyed brown butter as well) or homemade pasta to have with chicken for dinner.

Or I could go outside and pull weeds or fix the lawn mower cord - but those things just don't sound like fun.

Or laundry.

By the way, don't ever leave the house with your washer running. Yesterday I heard a terrible rushing water noise and discovered the washer drain hose had come out of the pipe it sticks into. (the washer has become off kilter a few days ago and rocks a bit and I suspect it may be related.) Beware!

So I'm in line checking out at Ralphs and there is this weird cooked food smell that I can't really pinpoint. But they have a huge deli/hot food section so I figure that's what it is. I look down and the lady behind me has some sort of grilled fish - like a half a fish - in tin foil and she standing there eating it with her hands while she waits to check out. wtf? Then she asks the cashier if he has paper towels because some of the grease got on her cell phone.

I think I must be the only person who's parents told them you can't eat it till you buy it. But seriously fish with your hands in the check out line?

When I worked at Alpha Beta eons ago a lady came up with a banana peel. She'd eaten the banana while shopping and we couldn't make her understand that it was sold by weight so we can't just weigh the peel.

I often have a chocolate milk while shopping, it has never seemed to bother the cashier, they just ask if I would like them to recycle the container . . . but a banana? fish? That is like ordering something smelly to eat on a plane.

7AM tomorrow, the surgeon will storm the beaches of my throat... it's D-Day for my tonsils.