Ah, poor Emmett! At least he doesn't have to skulk around trying to persuade you he has the "flu" right after prom. And that mix of alcohol is NAST. I cannot abide whisky, Scotch or bourbon to this day because I got obliterated on it my freshman week of college. UGH.

What kind of filling, -t? When you said roulade, I thought beef with a filling, so that's clearly not the right mental picture!

...And I just remembered my mother will still be out of town on Wednesday, and I really can't fetch my father from his day program, so maybe I'll be the H family representative at this funeral.

This one is filled with smoked salmon and cream cheese and herbs. Pretty delicate.

Now that you mention the beef thing, that does sound familiar. I don't think I'd heard the term before it showed up in the Egg cookbook as this souffle-like thing.

Ooh, that sounds nice.

I'm so sorry, Consuela.

Oof, Emmett. And ugh, that was quite a repulsive combo and what the hell were they doing drinking absinthe as shots?

Seriously, how can you appreciate the louche when it's served straight in a shot glass?

Consuela, I'm so sorry.

I'm out on the patio and the foster kids are playing in the parking lot and they shout "Nigel says you hate kids!".

Oh fuck, yes I do, but jesus christ, you don't tell that shit to the kids. I texted their foster mom saying that wasn't cool, and called the kids over, and told them it wasn't true. They said they knew, and were cool (and I can't help but think how fucked up it is that kids can take abusive talk like that and be down with it) and I asked them to shake hands and told them to go have fun.

Holy crap, foster parent neighbors. Yeah, I don't look to be your foster kids aunt, but please don't make me out to be a monster so they don't ring my doorbell. Teach them basic manners about neighbors and I think we'll be square.

I woke Emmett up to drink a smoothie and take a shower.

Then he went back to bed.

I'm going to get him up in an hour though, so he'll be able to sleep tonight.

Also, he still has to talk to his mom and receive an unpleasant scolding.

When I checked my fanart tumblr this morning (yes, fanart does love carrots, you pay the price of me not having an art community) I had 69 followers. Given, ah, some subject matter, this seemed like an opportunity.

I quickly made a post asking no one to follow or unfollow me until I got my commemoration drawing up, and lo! They did not. I wasn't expecting anything to happen, though--this isn't like last weekend were it was just bubbling over with new people. But as soon as I posted the all clear (and the pr0nz), two people started following me.

If they had paused over the follow link until I said it was okay, that's the most adorable thing in the ever. So now I have to draw them a picture to thank them. Hardship!

NOT.

Julie, there is always the angle of "I don't hate kids, their meat is much more tender. Here, come look at the treats I have for you in my oven, little ones!"

I'm just saying--there are choices here.