Eating. If it wasn’t bolted down, I ate it.
On Saturday night we made a huge pot of delicious fondue in our brand-new fondue pot that Paul gave to us as a wedding gift. He actually bought it in Switzerland, fondue’s mother country. We dipped hunks of crusty bread in to the glorious goo until we could take no more and looked at each other in disgust. Turns out, M. and I are not capable of eating over a pound of cheese ourselves.
Then, yesterday, I made a turkey meatloaf, mashed pertaters and chocolate chip cookies. It was good eatin and i had fun domesticizing.
I spent quality time with the Baumer, stalking celebrities.
I shared a romantic evening at our old jazz stomping ground with M….and Juliette.
I received a beautiful summer dress c/o M. on Valentine’s Day because some people don’t the follow the “no gifts this year” rules. Thank goodness.
I did laundry! And I hated it!
We finished watching every single episode of The West Wing and now we're in mourning.
I cleaned the bathroom and I disliked it!
I watched Moonstruck for the first time and have a few comments:
-WTF?
-Cher was gorgeous and Nicolas Cage is oddly attractive.
-WTF.
We watched "God Grew Tired of Us" and i vowed to shut my pie hole for awhile when i feel the urge to complain about ANYTHING.
I wrote. But I'm not ready to share yet.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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