Shout Shout Let it All Out
Woke up this morning with a nasty little headache, most likely due to all the Project Runway Juice I drank last night. Hey, Project Runway Night only happens once a week, can't a robot indulge?
It was quite lovely -- Baby G grilled kabobs and Mel-a-rific concocted a deliciously sinful advocado and salsa dip for the bag of zoxcheetle (as I like to pronouce it) chips we scored earlier. Yum! I really don't remember the episode too well, except that a sassy Pam Grier-inspired outfit won. Heidi, of course, annoyed the crap out of me with her prissy accent.
In other news: Congrats to St. Gorton! He was recently accepted into graduate school. He's very intelligent for a fisherman and purveyor of fine fish products, but I hope he doesn't rest on his laurels for too long; grad school is no picnic. Seeing as how he'll be extra busy with his studies, the dearth of posts on his blog will probably continue. 'Tis unfortunate, but necessary to be sure.
4 comments:
I was reading over my email from yesterday and I saw that you requested that I bring the "juice."
I didn't. Rather, I just hung out like the leech I am...I know I made avacado dip, but we all know it was Baby G who made it the delicacy when she added garlic...
I know it! You know it!! The whole world knows it....ahhhhhhhhh!!!
Ah, don't worry about it. It was a 12 pack of Schlitz for cryin' out loud! It's not like I dropped a tenner on a 6 pack of Newcastle or Stella or something...
You may leech off my cheap beer when'er you like. Besides your sparkling conversation (and love of Bedknobs & Broomsticks) more than makes up for it.
dude, i add garlic to like everything. it's like my super secret not-so-secret food weapon. besides, we've got your lawnmower, mst3k, and a buncha other toys. one day we'll be lucky and you'll leave your wallet...though i guess there won't be anything to spend really.
Ouch! Play nice, Guanaco.
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