If you are a vegetarian, don't read this!

Mood: hmmm....

So, I'm ordering a quarter steer. I so do not know what I'm doing. I know we don't need any organs (blech!), but how many "rolled rib roasts" vs. how many "pot roasts" has me stumped. And...do we want porterhouse, T-bone or sirloin--well, I know what we want --and how many of each in packages of how many.

I think I'm midwest-challenged. I'll have to take this to the farm and ask them in person. What a dope.

[VEGETARIAN ALERT OVER!]
The boy is over at our neighbors' kind of babysitting the kids, 5 and 2, while their mother attempts a bit of the "rest" part of bedrest. Pregancy sucks (acutally, mine was absolutely not a problem till the very end, i.e. labor). Lisa is normally very active so she's going mad over the fact that she can't do anything: gardening, mowing, laundry, cooking, driving (aack), walking the neighborhood. The baby is due in October. If she doesn't go crazy it will be a miracle.

Meanwhile I have two meetings at 7 tonight. They both promise food. Hmmm, I'm deciding based on which one I knew about first and which one is [slightly] nearer. Luckily, that is that same meeting. The boy has to go with me because The Beast is in Boston.

On the offspring front, he is set for summer camp in June, so his summer has filled up completely between that, vacation in July and Little League (first game 5/15, last game just before we leave for England).

Obviously I'm blithering on and on....