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Lunch, and other diversions
Jun. 14th, 2008 03:28 pmSoup of the day? Roasted cherry tomato and butternut squash, with chicken stock and a dash of cream, a grate of parmesan. Its name shall be nom-nom-nom. A little pesto might have enhanced it further, but I have none. Woe.
In other news, I was grotesquely flattered by an optician today, who stoutly refused to believe that I am as old as I am. Even the fact that I need reading glasses would not persuade her. (Why yes, I do have an attic; why do you ask?)
Also, Mac is a poor lorn critter who nobody loves. And he can prove it, too. He sat by the back door and mewed piteously, and I did not let him out into the yard; then he launched a determined campaign to steal my chocolate biscuit, and I prevented him. I told him he can leave home when he's seventeen; he's packing now. (He's two now, as it happens.)
In other news, I was grotesquely flattered by an optician today, who stoutly refused to believe that I am as old as I am. Even the fact that I need reading glasses would not persuade her. (Why yes, I do have an attic; why do you ask?)
Also, Mac is a poor lorn critter who nobody loves. And he can prove it, too. He sat by the back door and mewed piteously, and I did not let him out into the yard; then he launched a determined campaign to steal my chocolate biscuit, and I prevented him. I told him he can leave home when he's seventeen; he's packing now. (He's two now, as it happens.)
