I am so tired of boxes.  I hate unpacking them, but I hate them even more as a decorating theme.  So I unpack.  And unpack some more.  Take a break, and then unpack.  The reward is that I can see wall now that I haven’t seen in almost 2 months.  Woohoo!  Maybe I can unload vigorously, too, and take off some Weight Watchers points for exercise.  I bet hubby is almost as tired of assembling furniture as I am of unpacking boxes.  He’ll be done before I am, though.  There are still two more trips’ worth of boxes in the storage unit.

Fresh lemon grass is hard to find, and fresh cilantro doesn’t last long, so tonight I made four curry pastes.  Red, Yellow, Green, and Massmun.  I love having them on hand – cook them in coconut milk with some sugar and salt and soy sauce, throw in tofu and whatever colorful veggies I have on hand, and it’s dinner.  Each one tastes so different from the other that the same basic recipe makes different dishes.   However, I’m not too keen on wearing gloves, so I end up with burning hands for days from cutting the hot peppers!  Make all four at once, and you’re flirting with disaster.  Ow.  Ow.  Ow.  The hands hurt, but they smell wonderful.

Just for ha-has, I checked my activity log.  Someone found me by searching for “chinese penis phone” on msn.  Holy cow.  It kind of hurts to laugh like that before my back has loosened up in the morning.