I just made dinner on the grill--boneless bbq spareribs, fresh asparagus spears and sliced potatoes with green onions, garlic and parsley. Mmmmmm.
Now I want ice cream but we don't have any. I may take the kids out to get some and pick up Coraline on DVD.
Oh, a grill, yet another thing I could have if I had a yard.
t /yard envy
I am listing things on ebay that I have treated and bagged.
Once this deck is built, I need to see about a wee grill, I think.
the progress on the deck is fun, sara.
Oh MAN, I'm hot and tired and cranky. I think the financial hit of $1400+ in car repairs is crushing me this month.
does hissez haut mean raise high?
I just wish progress had been made today! I hope they finish tomorrow, but with the weather forecast, not holding my breath.
I was cranky yesterday. Today I am much better. I think the application of wine last night helped.
Egad, there was like 500 posts I had to skip. I did try to find sarameg photos but I may have missed some.
Burrell: they are the Nepal and Bhutan sets here: [link] I don't have any more to add.
A weird hoax - the last sentence is the best part!
A Fortsas Hoax of 1840
I love a good hoax, and this one seems particularly well done: essentially, Renier Hubert Ghislain Chalon, a historian, researched the sorts of books that Europe's most noted book collectors would find irresistible. He then made up a Count, Jean Nepomucene Auguste Pichauld, Comte de Fortsas, who had a book collection of only one-of-a-kind books. If another was found of any book, the Count would burn it, insuring he held the only known copy. Each of the 52 books listed in the catalog was specifically designed to appeal to a particular collector.
The eager collectors were instructed to arrive in the Belgian town of Binche for the auction, where they were all roundly zinged. They all descended on the town, a long, difficult journey for many of them, only to find that the town had decided to buy the incredible collection for their library. Only none of the locals knew about the count, the books, or even their town having a library. All the noted collectors, many of whom bore heated rivalries with one another, had all been led on a wild goose chase, and were now crammed, fuming, in the local tavern. Eat it, mid 19th-century noted rare book collectors!