It could be worse... (Scrappy Doo)

[susie_flo]

Hello dear fiends, I am back after two whole days of no internet... (retrospective waaaah!)
  
How are you all?  I'm feeling a bit coldy and pathetic, but emotionally far more chipper than last week.  (I haven't fantasised about killing anyone for days.)
   
On Thursday I arrived home to find a sick cat.  Or to put it another way, a fiendishly prepared game of 'hunt the present'... 
  
After dealing with that I thought "sod it. I'm going to get into my pyjamas and kill some Nazis".  As I was getting changed I dropped my glasses and while groping around for them on the floor, lamenting the brand new layer of fat that has taken up residence on my midriff, I experienced a sudden moment of clarity...  I'm not Daphne, am I?
        
Still, it ain't all bad.  I had a lovely evening chez Rosa last night, where among the delights were new trademark "chavioli" (ravioli without its knickers) and the devil's own absinthe cake.  *Memory drool*  And met a few real-life LJ bods for the first time, which is always a pleasure.
  
So far today I have lit the fire and watched various sleb chefs dicking around on tv.  G and I played a game of "if [so and so] were a boy band, who would he be?"  We decided that Gordon Ramsay would be Robbie Williams, James Martin would be Blue, the forgettable faceless chappie standing in for him on Saturday Kitchen would be Northern Line and Nigel Slater would either be Stephen Gateley or someone earnest like Daniel Bedingfield.  I reckon Nigella would be The Pussycat Dolls and Delia the Nolan Sisters.
   
So... given the level of intellectual activity that is going on, I am thinking that today may just be writen off as a duvet day.
  
 
 

Comments

[rosamicula.livejournal.com]

Want to come over for leftovers and sparkly things?

[rosamicula.livejournal.com]

Ignore that - I've just seen your email!

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the offer. If I went anywhere tonight it would be top of my list.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Rosa can probably explain better than me, but it was essentially folded over pieces of pasta that had not been joined up with seams, filled with a gorgeous mixture that included mushrooms, lots of garlic, parmesan (and other things that I can't remember)

When I griled her about it, it seemed that she just threw things together until they tasted divine.