shrift, that was some serious food porn.
We won our first game of the playoffs. Emmett was only medium good, which means by his standards, he went 2-4 (one of the outs being a line drive), 2 RBIs, 1 run scored, pitched two shutout innings (but walked the bases loaded) and made excellent plays at catcher and shortstop.
It was a weirdly stressful 9-2 win with one of my coaches ready to yank the head off one of my players, and my usually impeccable closer struggling with control.
I'm not even feeling that ambitious about the playoffs. I just to to finish the season. Next game will tell, as we're playing a very good team. But we also beat them 2 out of 3 this year, so you never know.
shrift, that is seriously yummy sounding. I'm so jealous.
I left work early today and hung out with babies. and then had crepes for dinner then hung out with babies more. And I'm not going to work tomorrow.
All in all a good day.
Hanging with babies! I did that tonight. Well, singular, but Matilda is totally a baby and she was quite semi-crawly tonight.
Oof, I got choked up in a (I presume) Friday Night Lights way while listening to an ESPN story about a football coach at Oregon State University who donated his kidney to the wife of another coach.
I just watched an entire disk worth of Sports Night, instead of the one or two I planned on.
I'd say oops, but they were too much fun for that.
Sports Night, like a good pair of jeans, just grows more and more comfortable as you break it in. Eventually, even the weird little holes and flaws you notice are regarded with affection, for they give the things character.
100g "Rorinen" or "Ronnen" or something like that.
Hil, this must be Rosinen - raisins. Though putting them in a Berliner is news to me; here, Berliners are jam-filled doughnuts.
Did you see my earlier post that I told you the wrong measurements?
I'd love to see some of the recipes once you've finished transcribing them, they sound fantastic.
That meal does sound incredible shrift.
Reminds me that one of the nice (but not THAT nice) places here allows you to reserve a table in their wine cellar—something I need to keep in mind if I ever go on another real date this century.
Gah. Somebody please tell me how I'm supposed to respond to an RFP question requiring us to identify all of our offices (there are 160-some), number of specialists in a particular function, and a couple of other details when they have explicitly limited our responses to a maximum of 100 words per question? For fuck's sake.
Ugh. I hate that shit, and agree with the summary answer. Although just yesterday I decided to completely ignore an RFP question because it was really complicated and I only noticed it a couple of hours before the deadline. Oops.
