I am totally on board the strawberries and sour cream train.
Gus, the pictures of me are not in fact either eleven years old or evidence of Zmayhem's having made the time-space continuum its bitch; I dropped the camera onto a concrete floor while vintage-clothing-shopping with Perkins and Sparky1 a couple of weeks ago, so now it's all swaddled in tape and the annoying datestamp thingie appears every time we turn it on.
It's possible that the camera itself dates from 1994, and in its decrepit and crippled old age is perpetually casting memory back to its salad days, when it was green in f-stop. I dunno. I do know we need a new camera.
There was another coffee incident this morning: espresso machine all loaded up, machine on, no cup to catch the espresso, kitchen counter all awash in espresso. This is becoming an unpleasant habit with me.
JZ, you know the problem with the espresso machine? You think there's a cup sitting there because your hair is partially blocking your view.
t /feeble attempt at a joke based on haircut comments in Bitches yesterday
Loverly day. ok, hot day, but I am inside in A/C and shade so all is good.
Grieve with icing. Eat your pain. Good advice.
We ate pain-free icing this morning on Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. They're so cheap and easy yet hot cooked dough splashed with icing is comfort food deluxe.
On the downside, recent pictures from Emmett's baseball picnic indicate I am headed for (or, in fact, have already arrived in) the land of Portly. Cinnamon rolls are contraindicated.
Unfortunately, baseball coaching is not a calorie burning activity (though it definitely can raise your heart rate).
No, no, the trouble with the espresso machine is attempting to use it prior to ingesting any caffeine.
since I woke up late everything is on delay today - what should I have for lunch?
- salad with feta cheese
or
- spinach and tomato omelette
Go omelette! Choose omelette!
Omelet does sound good.
Inspired (I think) by recent postings (Msbelle?), JZ has gone off to get a pedicure and read trashy magazines. She scrunched up her hair with product so it was rucked up in the back and had wild twist bits on top and strands around her cheeks (completely anti-sleek, as in the pictures), and put on a vintage fifties dress. She looked very 21st century Audrey Hepburn. My wife is very pretty. But she doesn't like carrots.
It's been fun watching her transmute her actorly and RenFaire impulses for dressing up into generating a more contemporary set of styles.
Of course, she still likes dressing up for working at the circus.
not me on the pedicure.
I think omelette will win, but NO feta cheese in it, Mr. Scola - the feta I have left is to brighten my salads.
