Friday, November 21, 2014
So, when you load the crock pot with oatmeal before going to bed, you really ought to butter tha pan. When you don't you wake up really early because you think the house is on fire, but it's really just the oatmeal burning on the sides and bottom of the pan. And that virtually none of the milk/water was absorbed by the oats. Then you have to start over with a pan on the stovetop. Then for dinner you finally choose The King & I for some Thai food. Even though you tell the staff that you'd prefer not to rush, they apparently really want to turn the tables. And they want to refill your glasses after every sip. I would rather have a slightly neglectful wait staff than one who constantly intrudes on conversation. Better luck next year.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Just passed a car w/ license plate, HURL. Paean to puking? Lots of dead rodents on the roads this morning (sorry, no photos today). Pandora should have a channel of Sir Neville Mariner at The Academy of St. Martin in the Fields just so my brain can repeat the phrase over and over and over. And more symphony orchestras should play more Scarlatti.