I've been Swedish...and it was goot
no Elaine didn't drop off the face of the planet (so sorry Elizabeth), she was just living, eating, bathing and breathing Swedishly for the last few days. I even had partial responsibility for The Acorn in all her feline glory. And whatsmore i discovered i like to barbeque goat. Yes, goat. Happy grass-fed Swedish quality goat. Them's good eatin'.
You know, I'm pretty damned sure that I'm asexual.
I'd have to say that last Friday afternoon was one of the greatest loves. I'm too nostalgic to think about putting it into words, but just so you all know, i loved Friday and singing on the roof with the stars after filling ourselves with goat and veggies and mushrooms and watching The Big Lebowski and watching everybody fall asleep during The Big Lebowski and falling asleep next to un gran amigo who is quite warm and thankfully not disturbed by Acorns screaming in the night to be let onto the bed and making pancakes with strawberries and bananas on a lazy Saturday morning and eating them with butter and strawberry-rhubarb jam and a dollop of whipped cream on the top.