As the Nation knows (since I've repeatedly mentioned, so as to draw more sympathy -- thanks so very much you unsympathetic cads!), I am on the road to recovery after shoulder surgery. One consequence: I've been trapped at home, unable to drive, limited in terms of activities. mrsS thinks I should spend all day doing financial aid forms. I think differently.

yesterday was the Girl's Sweet Sixteenth birthday. We are celebrating this weekend, but I thought I would try to make one of her favorites for dinner. Those of you with teenage daughters can predict what happened next -- she wanted nothing to do with what I made, and retreated to her room, "not feeling well." Alas. At least her brother, The Boy, called her last night from the Alma Mater to wish her HBD. Good boy. That apparently cheered her right up -- wonders will never cease.

Aaaanyway, I made black beans last night, for black bean tacos. I ate them, and they were delicious. And, truth be told, I made them as much for me as for her. Yea, I'm that kind of dad.
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