I will not use my Christmas Carol fee to buy a MacBook ( Read more... )

Tonight, Glenn made whole grain spaghetti with turkey meatballs. Healthy!

After we'd finished, I gave a bit of the leftover pasta to Cleo and Tyson.

Well, I gave Cleo the end of a strand, and Tyson the other end.

Because she's a Lady and he's a Tramp.

As part of the blurb I wrote for next season's production of Cosi fan tutte I included this little gem: "The two friends pretend to be called off to war, but sneak back in disguise, each to woo the other’s fiancée in a farcical test of fidelity."

That's a lot of Fs!

hee.

( Last night was...a doozy. )

Hanging out with my friends Chris and Joey make me wish Glenn and I weren't allergic to cats. I can handle them for a while - I can even lay on couches they've defiled with their hair and dander without breaking out into itchy itchiness - but I couldn't live with them full-time ( Read more... )

The thing I love most about my job is the toll it takes on my body.

I'm a bruiser. I bruise easily. I bruise if you breathe on me too hard.

Here's my newest:


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So, Glenn's parents are in town, which means I ate a fantastic, fattening, two-pieces of pie Southern dinner. My puny three levels of portion control has no effect against the Mashed Potatoes of Goodness or the Coconut Meringue Pie of Sin ( Read more... )