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So, though I may have intended to go to sleep at a reasonable time, I ended up reading some very satisfying N.C.I.S. stories all the way to - eeeeek - 3:00 a.m. I'd also had another glass of eggnog with sprinkles. And, then, I slept all the way to a few minutes shy of noon. ::stretches sybaritically:: I feel fabulous!
Having slept so late, I was very slow to prepare my brekkie entrée when SuM visited me with (I swear it was) a quarter of the carrot cake. Oh, decisions, decisions. Brekkie or cake. Anyway, while she was here, I mentioned how I'd had eggnog last night; she admitted she'd had a bottle of beer. Hmm, apparently both are good soporifics. I asked about the exquisite chocolates, so she grabbed the box from the couch and read the descriptions. OMG, the range of flavours is mouth-watering. She'd been looking for a high-end chocolatier and was recc'd one at Dupont & Davenport (a chic designer enclave near my old neighbourhood). Like ... wow!
I spent the day in the company of Diva and Grumpy who really enjoyed sleeping in various configurations either on the couch, the bed, or the bed ledge. Silly (gorgeous, fluffy) cats. My evening returned to normalcy what with the evening news and my game shows. Anyway, I'm looking forward to finally cooking my chicken dish tomorrow. ::crosses fingers for the launch of my new electric skillet:: In the meantime, I'm munching on a very odd cinnamon scone. I have this vision of scones re size, taste and texture and I'm confused by ones from Cinnabon. How could a company that makes ooey gooey nutritionless desserts also offer these large lumps of dough that have the consistency of tea biscuits? Good thing there were only 6 in the box. Yuck. I'll try another one in a couple of days sliced in half with some butter.
Having slept so late, I was very slow to prepare my brekkie entrée when SuM visited me with (I swear it was) a quarter of the carrot cake. Oh, decisions, decisions. Brekkie or cake. Anyway, while she was here, I mentioned how I'd had eggnog last night; she admitted she'd had a bottle of beer. Hmm, apparently both are good soporifics. I asked about the exquisite chocolates, so she grabbed the box from the couch and read the descriptions. OMG, the range of flavours is mouth-watering. She'd been looking for a high-end chocolatier and was recc'd one at Dupont & Davenport (a chic designer enclave near my old neighbourhood). Like ... wow!
I spent the day in the company of Diva and Grumpy who really enjoyed sleeping in various configurations either on the couch, the bed, or the bed ledge. Silly (gorgeous, fluffy) cats. My evening returned to normalcy what with the evening news and my game shows. Anyway, I'm looking forward to finally cooking my chicken dish tomorrow. ::crosses fingers for the launch of my new electric skillet:: In the meantime, I'm munching on a very odd cinnamon scone. I have this vision of scones re size, taste and texture and I'm confused by ones from Cinnabon. How could a company that makes ooey gooey nutritionless desserts also offer these large lumps of dough that have the consistency of tea biscuits? Good thing there were only 6 in the box. Yuck. I'll try another one in a couple of days sliced in half with some butter.
