FAT ME**
Went out to Tiamo2 with Sarah and Kelsey on Friday night and ate a wonderful dish with some rockling and buttery sauce and much mash potato. Pure bliss. Followed by a viewing of Tristram Shandy: A Cock & Bull Story (fucking brilliant, btw).
Due to the weather being incredibly hermit inducing this weekend, and the opportunity to hole up in my aunt's centrally heated home while she trotted off to Wang, I indulged my inner ÜberMama™ and cooked non-stop. I even managed to convince two boys with hungry bellies to pop by so I could forcefeed them into submission *insert evil laugh here*.
But on Saturday I was awoken very early by a phone call from the security man in charge of my aunt's house, telling me (as I'm 2nd on the phone call list when something happens) that one of the sensors had gone off in her home and that the alarm was going off. I asked 'what should I do?', and he politely advised me that going around there, in the dark, on my own, was probably not the best idea. If there was a person prowling about in there, going to investigate was probably a bit silly. Leave it to the professionals. He said he would get back to me if any of the other sensors went off. They didn't.
When it was light, I went to aunt's house and, with much trepidation, investigated. But luckily, I didn't get SHOT by an intruder. The culprit was a fricken' LILY. It had fallen off it's stem and set off the motion sensor.
Bloody flowers.
I braved the weather several times on Saturday and got completely saturated getting ingredients (the things I do for food*) for a Chocolate Fudge Cake, Moussaka, Apple Pastries, Mega Giant Sandwiches, Greek Salad and about 12,000 bottles of wine.
It certainly was a decadent weekend, although the combination loads of rich food, faux fire, giant tele with foxtel, unlimited crap DVD selection, constant rain and gallons of wine really hasn't done much for my ever stimulating sense of repartee. I don't think my fooding experiment subjects were particularly impressed with my dead shark-like eyes and empty, droning conversation. Ah well, I fed them up good. Everyone must have big bellies! Roly Poly People!
I have Lust Issues with 3 men at the moment, none of which I will ever actually get the chance to speak to. I think that is the real issue here. Why can't I get crushes on REAL PEOPLE? (if you're wondering - and I know you won't - Michael Williams (Melbourne well-read man who does literary based shenans, Jon Stewart and That Man On The Tram *sigh*).
*and boys
**Listen to the Black Books commentary, please
Due to the weather being incredibly hermit inducing this weekend, and the opportunity to hole up in my aunt's centrally heated home while she trotted off to Wang, I indulged my inner ÜberMama™ and cooked non-stop. I even managed to convince two boys with hungry bellies to pop by so I could forcefeed them into submission *insert evil laugh here*.
But on Saturday I was awoken very early by a phone call from the security man in charge of my aunt's house, telling me (as I'm 2nd on the phone call list when something happens) that one of the sensors had gone off in her home and that the alarm was going off. I asked 'what should I do?', and he politely advised me that going around there, in the dark, on my own, was probably not the best idea. If there was a person prowling about in there, going to investigate was probably a bit silly. Leave it to the professionals. He said he would get back to me if any of the other sensors went off. They didn't.
When it was light, I went to aunt's house and, with much trepidation, investigated. But luckily, I didn't get SHOT by an intruder. The culprit was a fricken' LILY. It had fallen off it's stem and set off the motion sensor.
Bloody flowers.
I braved the weather several times on Saturday and got completely saturated getting ingredients (the things I do for food*) for a Chocolate Fudge Cake, Moussaka, Apple Pastries, Mega Giant Sandwiches, Greek Salad and about 12,000 bottles of wine.
It certainly was a decadent weekend, although the combination loads of rich food, faux fire, giant tele with foxtel, unlimited crap DVD selection, constant rain and gallons of wine really hasn't done much for my ever stimulating sense of repartee. I don't think my fooding experiment subjects were particularly impressed with my dead shark-like eyes and empty, droning conversation. Ah well, I fed them up good. Everyone must have big bellies! Roly Poly People!
I have Lust Issues with 3 men at the moment, none of which I will ever actually get the chance to speak to. I think that is the real issue here. Why can't I get crushes on REAL PEOPLE? (if you're wondering - and I know you won't - Michael Williams (Melbourne well-read man who does literary based shenans, Jon Stewart and That Man On The Tram *sigh*).
*and boys
**Listen to the Black Books commentary, please