I am now sitting in a restaurant with my daughter playing with my food and taking pictures of it. Marginal Mom at her finest. Hypocrite too, as she'd be in a load of trouble for that behavior. Restaurant is empty and I am overly tired and a bit loopy. Waitress is giving me disapproving looks. I wonder if I can take a picture of her.
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2nd Dec 2006, 21:42
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Tonight for dinner I doused my hand with boiling water.
I used that same boiling water to prepare penne pasta.
The pasta dish also had ground beef, lots of garlic, rosemary, red pepper, cilantro, olive oil, lime juice, broccoli, cauliflower, asiago and romano cheese.
We had wine too.
My hand pulses with pain, an ebb and flow of it with each heart beat.
That is EXACTLY what I had in mind the entire time while I was in the store looking at the garden statue, paying for it with my credit card, getting it out to my car, lugging it into the backyard, and finding exactly where I wanted to put it.