I had eggs and potatoes and toast for dinner.
I fried the potatoes in olive oil on the stove, and, after I pulled them out of the pan, I poured the eggs into it.
BIGASS FLAME! For, like, 2 seconds, and then cooking, and they were yummy.
I have no explanation for Eggs of Fire.
Like!
We had donuts and a bbq for the 900,000th exposure. Cake! Sugar! Booze! We're big on celebrating because.
Ooh, Eggs of Fire sound awesome - taste and designation-wise.
Oh, and I was feeling randomly blue today, so I baked a cake. Didn't change my mood, but... cake! It's yummy.
Someone in my apartment complex was having a pizza delivered right as I got home.
I managed not to steal it, but now I want pizza. And Donuts. And Cake.
Jen, soon you will be here and can ...share your cake! OK, we can cheer you up, too.
Yay! Actually, I think sharing my cake would have cheered me up, so win-win!
When thereabouts is moving day?
Well, it's looking like early/mid Nov. Which is really much sooner than I think it is. Six weeks? I'm seeing my boss tomorrow, and I'm hoping to get some more solid data re: timing. Because finding a place and actually moving - I need to get on that. Oh, god, where's the cake?