Oh, how I suffer from this life...woe...woe...

[msfledermaus]

I had a long day yesterday...working, then a Union meeting to make sure we're all on the same page for the negotiations next week. Gail was giving me a lift home when Ben the Neighbor called. Seemed he was also in meetings all day, and when he tried to go back home after the co-op board meeting, Peaty had taken off to the Quarry with the housekeys and his credit card. So happily, I was just in time to rescue a wet, barefoot Ben and let him dry off in my kitchen.

I quickly made a set of cocktails for Gail and Ben and myself. I invented some kind of fizzy ginger-peachy-minty sort of thing with mint leaves from the garden as a garnish. It turned out well. Really really well. So well I now have to make pitchers of it for Ben and Peaty's wedding next week. *facepalm* We all rehashed the meetings and got caught up in all the island gossip, and then finally Peaty returned from Home Despot. (No, this is not a misspelling--I love calling Home Depot the name "Home Despot." I also like to call Red Lobster Dead Mobster. I'm a sick girl.) Gail and I got invited down to Ben's living room now that he could get into it, and we were fed the finest, finest roasted chicken I've ever tasted. (No, it's not one of the home birds; Peat bought it pre-butchered at the farmer's market.) Peat got a bit of a scolding for abandoning his guests and trekking down the street with a terrarium full of large geckos for a neighbor, but all was forgiven when he plunked down six--six!! Six cartons of eggs all for me. I made Gail take about two dozen, which leaves me four. *rolls eyes* I called Captain Emily, and she tells me she'll be happy to accept a dozen too,so I'm bringing a dozen eggs to work in my huge orange bag today...

See how I suffer? People said nice things about me and fed me chicken and gave me eggs...nobody should have to live like this, I tellya!! *snicker*

Comments

[roadskoller.livejournal.com]

That's the worst suffering I've heard in a long time.
You poor little thing.

[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

I know...I'm just a poor, pathetic suffering creature...and I must make a LOT of custard to feel better. Happily, There's lots and lots of eggs for custard:)