A few things:
Tell me you see the -17 dealio right there. Oh, and Monday looks like a good day to try out my new assless pants.
Don’t get me started on our drive to the store tonight, which we spent ruminating on my previous life as a feral beach cat. I can feel those hot St. Augustine nights…, but only when I keep my down coat on. Which I’m wearing right now. At the kitchen counter.
Moving on, we’re eating this honey tomato ricotta bruschetta again tonight; here’s a picture from last time. Have you tried this yet? It’s addictive and fills the kitchen with the smell of hot honey and cookies:
Just like dessert.
I might’ve posted this next bit before; I can’t be sure. Awhile back, around the time we went and wriggled our fannies in Satan’s general direction at the haunted cemetery, I turned Radigan on to RJD2, and in turn, Radigan mined this fabulous RJD2 video for me to watch 72 times in one workday. It’s quite simply the best music video ever created, in the sense that the song can’t exist without it. I mean, feel that angst. Feel that Mino angst!
RJD2, “Let There Be Horns”:
You know, I feel Mino’s pain. Sometimes the stress of life just bubbles up and you have to break some s**t.
One last thing, then you can go all Dee Snyder on this weekend. Rob and his mythically cool coworker I have yet to meet (and apparently prove to that I’m Southern enough for beers and chicken wings; compadres, back me up here) found this perfect little mouse skull in a wall at work. Best surprise present I’ve ever received. Look at his/her little molars!
Maybe I could send it to Jane Aldridge to string up on an earring or something.
Time to go warm my digits in Eli’s folds.