Decided to call in sick yesterday and spent the day curled up on the sofa with the pooch watching reruns of NYPD Blue. All in all, it was pretty productive. I think we spent six hours on that sofa. Kevin made dinner (which I ate on the sofa) and then a real fire to warm my poor sick bones. Sometimes, the reasons I married him are so wonderfully clear. He tried to take the day off too but got sucked back into work. But I give him points for trying.

On the home front, we just purchased a chest freezer. It is so cool. Kevin hauled it down to the basement and plugged it in yesterday and then we hit CostCo. Only this time, there were no limits. You see, our usual CostCo shopping trips were battles of necessity vs. reality. Sure, we needed more chicken but buying the 20lb bag meant it would sit in our freezer eating up valuable ice-cream space for the next three months. Same for the SuperPretzels, double bags of bread, and frozen taquitos. There were only so may items we could fit in our freezer and it was an agonizing choice between the potstickers or the bratwurst. Now, there were no limits. We piled up on frozen items – 24 cans of concentrate orange juice, 3 packs of breakfast sausages, and double bags of fresh ravioli. Lugged it home, divided into serving sizes, popped two in the freezer and the rest settled into the chest in the basement. It’s wonderful. I so highly recommend a freezer chest. Now, at last, there will be ice cream harmony in our house. Kevin can get his super chocolate with nuts, I can have my vanilla with caramel, and no one will be injured opening the freezer and being pummeled by 20lbs of frozen chicken.

Of course, the receipt total was astronomical but hey, 20 King Sized pretzels for $9.99??? How can you expect me to pass something like that up??