Whew.
Okay, the first time I did this, it didn't work--but then I actually followed the instructions properly, and whoa, nelly!
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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Whew.
Okay, the first time I did this, it didn't work--but then I actually followed the instructions properly, and whoa, nelly!
That's so creepy!
Now I want trifle. Not beef, though; ewwww.
I swept the deck and as much as the patio as I could do without lawn bags and a shovel (for the MULCH under some of the old leaves.)
I want to seriously do nothing else for the rest of the day. My brain is just flatlined — nothing there.
I wish I had a close friend with a pool. I would totally crash it right now. Area public pools open next Saturday.
About the most strenuous thing I can imagine doing is a self-mani/pedi and maybe a book while laying on the bed. I don't know what to read, though. Maybe "The Night Circus" again —I read it over a period of a couple of weeks, which is very disjointed for me.
It's pretty out here, though! I just need a day off; I'll do some more constructive things tomorrow.
Pan perdu!
The bread of perdition?
OK, all the baking is done. All I have left to do before noon tomorrow is frost more cupcakes and make chicken salad. I think I'm going to do one of those in the morning anyway. So I am GO on dinner plans! Sweet.
Oh fuck, I forgot about the tarts! I mean, I could not make them, but three desserts seems better.
Lost bread. Aka French toast.
Ah. I will now announce, though, when I make it, "Come, family! Eat of the Bread of Perdition!"
Sounds more cult-leadery.