just got back from the hockey night in canada dance. i actually had a good time. i say actually, because i'm surprised. no i say actually because i was thinking of not going. my heart wasn't totally into it; karey was already there, elicia wasn't up to going and i had no hockey outfit. but tanya was going and i was giving her a ride, so i resigned myself and just wore the outfit that i wore to work today, which was very pretty if i don't say so myself and i do. in the end i went in to borrow some earrings from elicia and talked her into coming too. so it took a couple of songs to get into the dancing, but in the end we were all letting loose. dancing is fun.
this just in: my neck is hurting. i hope i did not damage it in all my wild flailings about.
if our house has a faint burnt shrimp smell, that's because i almost caused a shrimp fire yesterday. as usual i put off making my dinner until half an hour before survivor. and so it was that the shrimps were frying with some garlic, water, (because they were frozen) and olive oil when it became imperitive for me to go watch survivor. "they'll be ok until the commercial.", i thought. so when i started to hear fiesty popping and crackling coming from the kitchen during an intense challenge of survivor, i was torn. miss the show or burn the shrimps? and burn they did. i've never seen that much smoke pouring from one pan before. the kitchen was so thick with smoke that you couldn't even see. i got teased a lot for that from mark (who arrived in the middle of the crisis) and randy and the girls. and the burnt shrimp smell lingers on.
rothco likes me. i've grown on him. today he sat on my lap while i watched o brother where art thou, and when i had to get up to let sarita in, he did not budge until he was practically on the floor already. rothco is not a cuddly cat. i never see him on anyone. or purring and whatnot. he likes to be curled up in blanket caves. so this is two times in one week where he has given me unsolicited favouritism. both times i was the only one home. i think he was lonely.
this just in: my neck is hurting. i hope i did not damage it in all my wild flailings about.
if our house has a faint burnt shrimp smell, that's because i almost caused a shrimp fire yesterday. as usual i put off making my dinner until half an hour before survivor. and so it was that the shrimps were frying with some garlic, water, (because they were frozen) and olive oil when it became imperitive for me to go watch survivor. "they'll be ok until the commercial.", i thought. so when i started to hear fiesty popping and crackling coming from the kitchen during an intense challenge of survivor, i was torn. miss the show or burn the shrimps? and burn they did. i've never seen that much smoke pouring from one pan before. the kitchen was so thick with smoke that you couldn't even see. i got teased a lot for that from mark (who arrived in the middle of the crisis) and randy and the girls. and the burnt shrimp smell lingers on.
rothco likes me. i've grown on him. today he sat on my lap while i watched o brother where art thou, and when i had to get up to let sarita in, he did not budge until he was practically on the floor already. rothco is not a cuddly cat. i never see him on anyone. or purring and whatnot. he likes to be curled up in blanket caves. so this is two times in one week where he has given me unsolicited favouritism. both times i was the only one home. i think he was lonely.
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