Picture Sunday

Yes, it's Sunday, ladies and gentlemen, Sunday! See! Bet dump all the dirty laundry from the weekend into the floor! See! Bet jump through the ring of garbage as she gets the trash ready for takeout tomorrow! See! Depression set in as Bet realizes the weekend is over! See! The pictures from what was to be Picture Friday until Blogger suddenly and permanently ate Friday's blog! Yes, Sunday, ladies and gentlemen, Sunday, with free admission for all!

OK, enough of that. Yes, it's true. The last of my trip pictures were to be here for you Friday night, but Blogger did a wobbly and ate them all. So Picture Sunday shall be the end of my trip, and then that will finally all be out of the way. Not that I'm trying to get the trip out of the way, I had a lovely time.

OK, where did we leave off? Oh, yes, I know. We were on the way home. And we stopped at that most distinct of buildings, the building with a shape as familiar as the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal, that building that gives a winking nod to orange juice squeezers everywhere, the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

It was dark, and Sunday, and closed when we went, but in true y'all come style, they don't lock up the parking lot. So I got to get right up to the thing. And here it is. Let's all think of Knute Rockne and smile.



And then it was hit the gas and try to make it home by midnight. Which we did. However, since the time was going so well, Mr M decided to let Sherman take a turn at the wheel. No, he doesn't have a license, but don't tell anyone, OK?



He's an excellent driver, really.

Finally, one buddy picture for posterity. It's Sherman and Wedgie, who appeared in my Christmas stocking this year and is hanging on my rear-view mirror because his attacher is kind of wonky. I tried him on my clarinet bag a couple of times but he kept escaping, and I'd find him laying in the parking lot, abandoned. So he now travels the highways and bi-ways. I think he likes it that way.



And a good time was had by all.

And now, after a week's absence, comes the recipe du jour. It looks like a goodie this week, folks, it's a breakfast dish, no, it's a side dish, no, it's a main dish, no! It's a cholesterol-laden artery hardener! It's the ever-popular baked eggs with potatoes!



Look at those eggs shining like two globs of hate from out of those potatoes. (Actually, I was hoping to make an eye or breast reference here, but sometimes a sight is too disgusting to even make a smutty aside about.) This recipe has it all, folks: mashed potatoes, green taco sauce, eggs, cheese, onion, butter. After this one the whole family will sit around like statues till someone finally gets the energy to turn off the TV so they can all go to bed.

Serving suggestion for this one is the eggthing, marinated asparagus and tomatoes, and cherries jubilee. Wow, all this and cherries jubilee, too. Does life get any better than that?

Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Shout out tonight to the GHS band, who got a division I rating at their concert competition. This, along with their division I in marching competition, makes them a bone-fide Virginia Honors Band. Woo hoo, you're the man. Men. And women.
* Today it seems like there's one less blog out there in the ether. Shame, really.