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I spend a lot of time at our vet’s office (we have an elderly cat — ’nuff said). I love our vet and his staff — they’re a fun group and show genuine concern for our pets.
One of the girls who works at the front desk had a baby yesterday. Today I got to see a picture of the little guy on her co-worker’s mobile phone. He’s adorable (bet you didn’t see that coming). Mom’s doing well.
A healthy baby born to a loving mom and family makes for some happy thoughts.
You know it’s all downhill from here.
I started to write today’s post about our friend‘s art opening that we attended tonight. Then I realized that I know less than nothing about discussing art. I could throw around clumsy phrases like, “a vista that streams from hot pink to navy blue,” or “a structure that appears carved by the smooth erosion of flowing water,” that ultimately say nothing. I could torture both of us with a ham-handed attempt at an art review, but I respect myself, you, and the art too much to do that.
Instead I will extol the wonders of the Gin Rickey, a light and lime-y drink with just a touch of sweetness. I enjoyed one for the first time at dinner after the opening. Delicious! I anticipate sipping Gin Rickeys regularly this summer.
We all know what day it is. I wish all of you a Happy Valentines Day.
Normally I hate this holiday. It’s horribly commercialized. It’s also a nightmare for unattached folks. I fail to see the value in designating a day to make a huge swath of the population miserable.
Despite my misgivings I want to take the opportunity to say a word about not only the highlight of my day, but the highlight of my life — The Husband. Nothing can adequately describe how I feel about this person who loves me and my many, many foibles.
His patience is mythic, his love is unconditional, his humor is constant. He makes my life worth living each day and keeps me smiling and laughing despite my best efforts.
The ice maker in our fridge died back in November (thank me now for sparing you the exceedingly tedious details).
Today the appliance EMTs resuscitated the ice maker. All afternoon I listened to the ice fairies go about their work, the ice tinkling into the bin, ready to chill my beverages.
Now that spring is almost upon us, I’m glad to have the little sprites back at work in my freezer.
As you know I have a Wii. My wonderful husband gave it to me for Christmas. And I love it. I played some Zelda last night and enjoyed myself immensely.
But the love of video games began with the PlayStation, and two of my favorite characters will appear on the PS2 in March. Sony announced today that Ratchet & Clank: Size Matters for the PS2 goes on sale in March.
Giant Clank will destroy all enemies. He will not be denied.
Snit may be a bit strong, but I liked the rhyme. Sue me.
The Husband requested I make Chipotle-Cheddar Scones for a meeting at work on Friday. I agreed, happy to be of use and justify my existence a bit.
At work today, The Husband mentioned via e-mail to a friend he would bring said scones to the meeting. This friend was born in Britain and lived there for a good portion of his life. Scones have a specific definition for him. His reply says it all:
You bloody Yanks, youre never satisfied, are you? What next, a deep fried, Frito-encrusted scone? Or perhaps some Asian-fusion, lemon grass and wasabi scone. Why dont we just scrap the whole scone thing and bring 32 White Castle Burgers instead! Better yet why dont we just suck on a block of lard.
Im pretty sure we could scale the heigth and breadth of Britain and not find a chipotle-cheddar scone, and for good reason. They sound very tasty (and are, of course, welcome), but perhaps should be classified as something other than a scone…. After all, one hardly spreads clotted cream or strawberry jam on a chipotle-cheddar scone certainly not in polite company.
Who doesn’t appreciate a good rant?