since it's a special occasion and all,
I melted and mixed something up for you.
A veritable spate of cookery transpiring chez spacecolonspace cette semaine. Departing friends, arriving friends. We celebrate them all with food.
In fact, I was so caught up in my good natured gastronomy that I burned my own supper. Crispy, but not carcinogenic. Luckily, I gave up this sort of thing a while ago. (Photo is safe for work, but might turn your stomach. The CBC's stock photo archive must be a fun spot.)
I completed a dreaded task at the former workplace today, and only had to reach inside the back door to accomplish it. Explosives were not involved. I'm still endlessly curious about how cricket-proof the book drop is, though. But that's another evil for another time.
A bit worried that I haven't heard from a former work colleague yet this week, after she was dispatched to the library tent at the state fair last week. Either she ran off with a carny, or is still delirious from the heat. Maybe her booth buddy got the car stuck in the mud and asked her to dig them out. That's his style. A perfect candidate for the manslaughter/laughter shirt that fryphile mentioned. And I just happen to have access to unlimited free, fresh cement.
A veritable spate of cookery transpiring chez spacecolonspace cette semaine. Departing friends, arriving friends. We celebrate them all with food.
In fact, I was so caught up in my good natured gastronomy that I burned my own supper. Crispy, but not carcinogenic. Luckily, I gave up this sort of thing a while ago. (Photo is safe for work, but might turn your stomach. The CBC's stock photo archive must be a fun spot.)
I completed a dreaded task at the former workplace today, and only had to reach inside the back door to accomplish it. Explosives were not involved. I'm still endlessly curious about how cricket-proof the book drop is, though. But that's another evil for another time.
A bit worried that I haven't heard from a former work colleague yet this week, after she was dispatched to the library tent at the state fair last week. Either she ran off with a carny, or is still delirious from the heat. Maybe her booth buddy got the car stuck in the mud and asked her to dig them out. That's his style. A perfect candidate for the manslaughter/laughter shirt that fryphile mentioned. And I just happen to have access to unlimited free, fresh cement.