Just made chicken gravy after skimming most of the fat off the pan drippings from the chicken I'd roasted Friday (?) night and stuck back in the fridge, roasting pan and all, covered with foil (after it had cooled down some, of course). (So roomy is my new refrigerator.) Sliced some of the chicken up for lunch tomorrow and added the gravy. Should be good heated back up in the microwave.
I'd called E. after I got up today and left a message saying I hope he got his light fixtures up this morning. Haven't heard a word back from him. (He's at work now.) (I'd left him a message on his voice mail at 2:30 last night, ending with, "It's not all about you.") I'm not going to call him back. The ball's in his court. When we talked last night, I told him I might go eat dinner there tonight, but I'm not.
Having the rest of my ham omelet for dinner. Delicious.
So, as I'm eating my omelet, E. calls. He acted apologetic (almost frantically so, but he was busy), saying something was wrong with his phone's battery or charger and he and his sister's ex were running back and forth all day to and from Home Depot, since the light fixtures E. had bought were broken and/or had parts missing, and then a fixture they'd bought for the bathroom was crooked, so they took that back and re-hung the other one, etc. OK.
Eating Del Monte Cherry Mixed Fruit now. Mmmm!
Your omelet does look delicious, & I UNDERSTAND THE PAPER PLATE-I do it all the time--but a plastic spoon?? lol
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