Last night, as I was working, I cut up some kiwis and pears for the Excalibur. When I woke up Sunday morning (promptly at 10:15 for the Steelers game) I had this waiting for me downstairs:

Woo hoo! I snacked on dried fruit and these, which I got at Trader Joe’s.

Baby kiwis! Aren’t they adorable? I had never seen them before. They were delicious – tasted just like big kiwis but a little bit sweeter and you didn’t have to worry about whether to eat the skin (as I do with regular kiwis) or peel it off (as S insists.)

Nibbling on dried and regular fruit didn’t keep me full for that long, but that was fine because it was soon lunch time.  I grumpily made a veggie-sausage salad.

I got some mad goodies at the grocery store yesterday.  Even though Trader Joe’s is really close to where I live, I haven’t been going that often for some reason.  Usually it’s just quicker and easier to head to Safeway, and I often want a few small, specific things that I can’t get at Trader Joes (particularly now that I am cooking for both S and myself.)  So I was really excited that I got to go there!

I was grumpy because once again, the game was too close for comfort.

It ended up going into overtime.  And then… we lost.  Again.  Big Ben took a blow to the head and got taken out of the game.

During the game, we chowed down on some yummy ribs from TJ’s.

While we watched, JB chilled on his new favorite spot:  On top of the freezer.  Get it?  Chilled on top of the freezer?

I think he likes it up there because it is warm.  It’s also where we keep the booze… that doesn’t hurt.

Just chillaxin.

In that one, he looks like he actually started drinking the booze.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering if we actually did need another freezer?  Please view Exhibit A:  Our less than one-week-old, 13.7 cubic foot freezer that was absolutely empty when it was delivered five days ago.

It is pretty much already completely full.  ‘Nuff said.

My dinner was the remainder of the ribs, and these:

I am so addicted to these.

Look at these beautiful sugary puffs of love.

Rachel + Vanilla meringue cookies + meeting cancelled on Sunday nights = pure dreaming bliss.

G’night, ya’ll!