DON'T GET USED TO IT.
all my love,
Your caring master
Notes:
1) There's an article in the Guardian today about top food scenes from kids' books. One of them is the cordial fiasco from Anne of Green Gables. I heartily concur. That's the only specific thing I remember about that book from when I mandatorily read it as part of my Canadian-girl childhood, ergo the only part I like. Everyone in that book should have been drunk, way, way more. Would have made things way more fun. I also remember being very taken with all of the mentions of the seductive powers of turkish delight in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the oranges in The Happy Prince and I'm surprised that the honey pots of Pooh didn't make the list.
Shit. I just remembered that the nice one, Uncle Matthew (?) died due to hoof impact. That book was too sad *and* too dull.
2) Can you see our shiny new scales in the window's reflection? Nice, huh?
3) J left me alone for the evening. I'm having a prune yogurt and a beer for dessert. Classy. Clearly in need of more supervision.
4) I'm giving blood for the first time ever tomorrow. I feel both terribly civic-minded and stupid that I've never done it before. I've had loads of blood taken for medical reasons and it's not my favourite. There's in fact a chance I might faint. I have no control over this squeamishness; I'm fine with the idea of blood-letting but as soon my eyeballs see it, they send dire warning messages to my brain who shuts off in a ridiculous attempt at self-preservation. I am expecting some mighty fine biscuits at the end of this. That's what I'll tell my brain, "Focus on the cookies."
It's so nice to have you do all of the research for us. It makes our decision making so much easier!! Thanks.
Posted by: MBT Shoes | July 16, 2011 at 10:36 AM