Dammit, My Foot HURTS!

Yes, I'm still in a big slump. No walking, eating a bunch of crap, etc. For the last couple of days, I've been hobbling around because I've got a corn or plantar wart or some damned painful think on the bottom of my foot that hurts like hell when I put any pressure on it. But I'm treating that, and it's getting better, so hopefully I'll be back on my feet in a day or two.

The upside to sitting on my ass with my foot propped up all day is that I'm nearly caught up on watching my new favorite TV show, Dexter. I don't watch much TV these days, and most of what I do watch is from DVDs or downloads, and I only discovered Dexter a couple of months ago. A cop show where the main character is a serial killer. I love it!

Let's see...what else is going on? Um, no meal plan at this point. We're still trying to get ourselves organized for Christmas, and for the aftermath, and not only have we not managed to get that sorted out, but we've also failed to get food organized for this week. Which is kinda pathetic, but on the other hand, it won't hurt us to scrounge around a bit and clear out some of the stuff in the pantry and the freezer.

Last night we had the chicken and potato casserole that was originally planned for Monday night. I thought it was okay, Jack and Tom liked it, but James thought it sucked. He liked the chicken, but not the potato (frozen hashbrowns, finely chopped onion, red and green capsicum, Italian herbs, cream of chicken soup). And tonight we had the meat pies and potato wedges that we were supposed to have last night.

Yeah, I know. Not a helluva lot of veggies involved in either of those meals. Which isn't so bad for me, because I'm still doing the spinach smoothie things for breakfast, and the pureed vegetable soup for lunch, so I'm getting my veggies, even if they're in semi-liquified form every day. But the boys are missing out. I'm sure you can imagine how much they're bitching and moaning about it. :)

And speaking of things getting semi-liquified, there's a bottle of bourbon on the kitchen counter calling my name. You know, for medicinal purposes.