Hmmm...
My mum is 'rendering fatback'.
This is rather off-putting, because on the one hand, it looks like a side of Lamb, only it's fat, and on the other...it...SMELLS really really really GOOD.
Like bacon.
But not smokey.
Just to let people know, mum and I sang Mozart's Requiem with the NC Master Chorale yesterday at Meymandi.
Yes, I know I didn't say anything, but the ticket prices were atrocious ($24.00 bucks! Who do they think they are!?)
It was SO MUCH FUN, and also rather too warm, and now my Little-little brother is going around singing Dies Ire, only with lyrics like, "cum se-dasy-dasy-meela".
Monday, April 23, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
My little-little brother, One Who Has Ultra-Low Pain Threshold, just got back from the dentist after having two baby molars extracted.
He hath been talking like thith ever thinth he goth home, because of two gauze pads in his mouth. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I'm betting two hours till that novocane runs out.
Plus, dad gave him a hair cut last night, so his misery is quite complete.
He hath been talking like thith ever thinth he goth home, because of two gauze pads in his mouth. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I'm betting two hours till that novocane runs out.
Plus, dad gave him a hair cut last night, so his misery is quite complete.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Awaking from my Easter afternoon stupor, I came upon a revelation: I never get the sugar high. I skip straight to the low.
Boy, wouldn't I be a riot on recreational drugs.
To complicate matters, the Blue Screen of Death was in reruns on our computer.
Or the desktop just took a holiday. Which is probably more likely.
Good news, though. We got more M*A*S*H, so at least we are entertained through our Sugar Blues.
Happy Easter...
Boy, wouldn't I be a riot on recreational drugs.
To complicate matters, the Blue Screen of Death was in reruns on our computer.
Or the desktop just took a holiday. Which is probably more likely.
Good news, though. We got more M*A*S*H, so at least we are entertained through our Sugar Blues.
Happy Easter...
Sunday, April 01, 2007
I arose yesterday morning and was on the point of making breakfast, when I opened the fridge, and--!!!!!
Tragedy! Disaster! O, woe! O, misfortune! O, despair! What exigency!
NO BUTTER!!!
I hadn't really considered my dependence on butter. To me, it seemed rather nonexistant. I mean, no butter? Please! I can so deal, people! It isn't like I've never been deprived before, wretched child that I am.
But little did I know: no butter = No french toast, no scrambled eggs, no fried-egg sandwich, no toad-in-the-hole, no grilled cheese... I know I sound like I'm whining, but NO BUTTER! O, calamity! REALLY.
It's like running out of Coffee or Hot Water--You don't do a thing like that.
But we all had this enourmous breakfast this morning, and a long walk, and it is a gorgeous day, and maybe this whole unnatural-daylight-savings-time thing is working...
Tragedy! Disaster! O, woe! O, misfortune! O, despair! What exigency!
NO BUTTER!!!
I hadn't really considered my dependence on butter. To me, it seemed rather nonexistant. I mean, no butter? Please! I can so deal, people! It isn't like I've never been deprived before, wretched child that I am.
But little did I know: no butter = No french toast, no scrambled eggs, no fried-egg sandwich, no toad-in-the-hole, no grilled cheese... I know I sound like I'm whining, but NO BUTTER! O, calamity! REALLY.
It's like running out of Coffee or Hot Water--You don't do a thing like that.
But we all had this enourmous breakfast this morning, and a long walk, and it is a gorgeous day, and maybe this whole unnatural-daylight-savings-time thing is working...
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