God, Gloomcookie's post in Beep Me reminds me why, although I love DC, I need to move...stupid LACK OF REPRESENTATION IN MY OWN GODDAMN FUCKING CONGRESS.

Please, y'all, tell your representatives (since I fucking can't) that they should approve DC Voting rights?!?!

When I think about it too long, it makes me furiously angry that there are people out there who think that it is even REMOTELY FUCKING OK that there are some half a million of us who have no voice in Congress (sure, Eleanor Holmes Norton kicks some wicked ass, but with no vote, and no senators, we're kinda fucked here)

GRRRRRR.

Um, but I do love those flowery shoes, gloomcookie!

I'm seriously lacking in any chef-type relatives and it pisses me off.

Mmmm...someone called me from a 310 area code and left no message. Didn't recognize the number.

Apropos of nothing, I want to learn how to make gnocchi. Nom nom nom.

Or, gnom gnom gnom.

As it were.

My little sister made the best bruschetta I've ever had last week. It didn't have any fancy mushrooms, just the usual suspects.

Went to dinner at Sushi Groove with Martin last night, and I think we managed to eat our weight in sushi.

I love this about sushi. I can eat somuch and not feel full.

Nora, I'd love to do that too. Maybe we should look for something of the sort in our area. That would be a fun thing to do together!

Hey! When is he going to be back in VT? I can't go if he's not there!

He'll be back in a week -- were you going to be in Waterbury before then?

So, if we go to Vermont we can get yummy beer AND amazing food from Steph's brother? Is that right?

Totally. The Alchemist Pub and Brewery, Main St., Waterbury, VT.

I kind of love the Spam and PBR thing.

He's a redneck at heart.

Apropos of nothing, I want to learn how to make gnocchi. Nom nom nom.

He cooked potatoes, chilled them, put them through a ricer (or possibly put them through a ricer and THEN chilled them), mixed them with flour, [handwave handwave], rolled them into wee gnocchi, flung them into boiling water, and lo! pasta was born!

Or, gnom gnom gnom.

::snerk::

He cooked potatoes, chilled them, put them through a ricer (or possibly put them through a ricer and THEN chilled them), mixed them with flour, [handwave handwave], rolled them into wee gnocchi, flung them into boiling water, and lo! pasta was born!

Step 1: Acquire ricer
Step 2: Prepare to make a lot of craptastic gnocchi
Step 3: Success!

He'll be back in a week -- were you going to be in Waterbury before then?

I am not sure when we are going to Waterbury, I just want to make sure that when we do, your brother will be there! (I may have panicked prematurely for no real reason) Our Vermont travelling plan sort of fell by the wayside when the Scotland thing came up. But, hey, we will still have vacation at the end of the month, and we DO have a nifty new car! So anything can happen, especially when good beer and good food is involved.

Last night was a bad night at Chez Neil. As Hubby put it, "the ghosts are crowding." He's been contemplating my old cat, wondering how much longer he'd been with us, which segued to him missing his old cat who died a couple of years ago and wondering if his refusal to admit how sick Mondu was led to Hubby not feeding him properly and making the poor old fur suffer. Then Hubby started scolding himself for feeling so upset for a "silly old cat who's been gone for years," and he started talking about all the people he's seen die or who he's had to pick up off the ground/highway/various places in his days as an ambulance tech.

So I got to hold him through an hour of grieving memories, and he had nightmares all night, and I'd put in a thirteen-hour day at work, and now I'm very, very tired.

My poor beloved needs to catch a break.

oh, connie. I'm sorry for the long and sad night. I hope today is better for you both.