Most certainly. (And son-in-law, for that matter . . . he was in on it.) How many people’s kids would get them a new chainsaw AND the complete Daria AND the complete MPFC? (MPFC because . . . it’s MPFC, and Daria ’cos she and I used to watch it together . . . and because Daria is the kid I wish I could have been in high school.)
L just got up; she must be groggy as hell ’cos she didn’t go to bed until after ten this morning. I dunno why she’s up this early anyhow, dinner isn’t until six.
The goose is in the oven, sizzling away as the fat renders out of it (first hour at 400° to accomplish that), and I’m waiting to see whether a batch of Parker House rolls, which I’ve never made before, are actually gonna rise. Later comes the Kashmiri spinach and the garlic broccoli . . . oh hell, I better go prep the broccoli.