I'm sorry, I have to break a take. I just decapitated 12 (Twelve) cartons of strawberries and cleaned them for strawberry daiquiris. (Yeah, yeah, wish you were here for tonite's fest, huh? BUUUUUUUUUU).
But now the Mighty Carrot rears its ugly head. My knife is sharp. But my fingers are basically sausages, ripe for the cutting.
I have to make Thai/cucumber salad for fifty people. Not ten, not twenty. FIFTY.
I am scared of the Carrot. It holds bad things for me.
I do not like the Carrot. It does not mean well. It means mean. I shrink inside. But now I must Do It.
Prayer circle, people, prayer circle, RIGHT NOW!
I couldn't do a prayer circle by myself, but I was hanging up garlic in the granary (to cure)in your honour. Howzat? Drink a daiquiri for me.
ReplyDeleteDoes your wife know you have all these women following you? : )
ReplyDeleteBest wishes!!!
My wife is a jealous virago. If she knew you guys were around -- well, she'd twist me into so many knots you'd have to call me "Knotolee."
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. She reads this blog when she feels like it and that's not often! So I'm temporarily safe!
Temporarily is the keyword here.
Thanks Susan, I drank at least a couple of daiqiris for all you guys and sincerely can't believe I didn't bail and run away from my own wedding.
ReplyDeleteIt really was a blast, and I lie here in bed on my laptop with a sleeping Brigitte and a trashed 8-year-old son.
They'll sleep for hours, even though it's 1:24P.M.