She has lost interest.

Her head is tucked back for sleeping.

Lucy has a new egg. That's three this month.

I have added a "HIT THE BEACH" category on the left because Lyman and I were thrown out of our agency rental program. We had availability problems.

So now we're on our own, working through the Vacation Rentals by Owner (VRBO) site.

Go take a look and offer advice here. And no, dammit, we're not gonna put granite countertops in the kitchen and bathrooms. I don't like granite that well, and it's going out of style.

If I had been a little faster, you might have seen Lucy lay the egg under her tail in this photo.

Is that something you'd like to see? The hearing is more interesting.

She ate it.

Egg from Lucy this morning.

The Weather Channel is predicting more snow for our area tonight.

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!

How about some toy love?

I'm watching the trials for the women's moguls at the Olympics.

What's with the uniforms for the USA? They look like flannel jammies.

UPDATE: A photo

UPDATE: 2/14/10 The men doing the moguls are wearing them, too. Those big ole hunky boys look even sillier.

And snow continues to fall in the Deep South.

UPDATE: That passed eastward around noon. Looked to be about 4" here. It's melting as we speak.

Speaking of old rock acts, Smiley Anders, the guy with the best job in the state, offers this note:

Ken Duhe says seeing The Who playing at the Super Bowl halftime “reminded me of a much-told legend that floated around the north Baton Rouge Redemptorist neighborhood where I grew up, that The Who and Herman’s Hermits had played on the Redemptorist football field in the mid-1960s.”

It’s no legend, Ken. According to past columns S.J. Montalbano, of Montel Records, put on a Herman’s Hermits concert in 1967 at St. Gerard Majella Field —Redemptorist High’s stadium — with The Who as an opening act.

Well, what a positively geriatric baby boom indulgence is the performance of "The Who" at the Superbowl.

I think they're canny enough to take the money, embarrass themselves, and put paid to the notion that they should tour again.

"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me" indeed.

Peter Townshend has never fooled himself about this stuff. Many years ago he said he couldn't replicate that angry young man because first, he wasn't young, and second, he was rich, and it was hard to be angry while rich.

First try at a King Cake using a recipe from last week's food page in the Baton Rouge Advocate.

We bought four copies of this out-of-print cookbook for holiday gifts, at the young'uns' request.

This recipe is worth four bucks:

Spicy Mint Potatoes

6 medium potatoes
2 tbsp butter
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 tbsp chicken bouillon granules
2 tbsp hot milk
1/2 cup finely chopped fresh mint
2 green onions, finely chopped
1/2 cup shredded cheddar
1 tsp mild curry powder

Wash the potatoes and bake at 400 degrees until just tender. (Or microwave, or whatever.) Cut the potatoes in half and scoop out the centers. Place the shells in a shallow baking pan and the flesh into a bowl.

Mash the potato flesh and add the butter, lemon juice, chicken bouillon and milk. Mix until smooth. Add the chopped mint and green onions. Spoon the mixture into the potato shells.

Combine cheese with curry powder and sprinkle on top of the potatoes. Cover the pan with foil.

Place the pan on a preheated barbecue and cook over a moderate heat for about 15 minutes or until the potatoes are hot and the cheese is bubbly. (Or pop into a 350 degree oven for the same time.)

Gold potatoes worked well. The picture in the book showed red ones.