This is what happens when I'm left to my own devices

Here's a fun game!  Let's play "guess how many layers of clothing I'm wearing right now to be warm inside my house!"  If you guessed two, you would not be guessing high enough.  Four would be too many.  Right now I'm wearing three layers.  A t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a fleece.  It's only October, and I'm inside.  I would turn the heat on but 1) I don't want to pay for it and 2) the temperature decals are worn off of all the thermostats so if I did turn the heat on, I would have no idea where to position the dial.  If I don't turn it up high enough, it's pretty much a waste of energy because I'll still be cold, and if I turn it up too high, that's also a waste of energy until I realize it's too hot, at which point I would have to dial it down to a random position that may or may not be too low to be effective.  What is a girl to do?

Also, I reached a new level of culinary shame this evening.  When Andy's here, I'm really good at cooking respectable, nutritious meals.  When Andy isn't here, I have zero interest in cooking for myself.  He happens to be up on Lake Pend Oreille this weekend helping my cousins do some stuff at their lake property, so I've been left to my own sloppy devices.  Andy's cutting down trees with chainsaws and fighting bears, and I'm here listening to Prairie Home Companion and blowing on my frozen Reynaud's fingers to restore the sensation.  But that's beside point.  For dinner tonight, I examined my options, and found an unlikely combination of leftovers.  It was so wrong, but so right.

Tell me, what would you do if you had a few leftover lasagna noodles that you boiled but didn't use, and leftover fajita fixings, but no more tortillas?  If you answered fajita lasagna, you would be correct.  Correct and disgusting.  Actually, IT WAS DELICIOUS but I felt a little strange about slapping refried beans, tofu, veggies, and hot sauce into a lasagna noodle, rolling it up, and eating it with my hands (in my defense they were whole wheat lasagna noodles).  Although, you never know, maybe I just invented the hottest new kind of fusion cuisine.  Mexitalian.  You can thank me later, because your mouth is probably full right now. 

You're welcome, by the way.