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Aug. 4th, 2007 03:33 pmToday I am making Mexican Chocolate ice cream. Right now the custard portion is cooling. It tastes so good as is. It doesn't even need to be ice cream. The recipe involved three and a half discs of Ibarra chocolate. I added more cinnamon and a few other spices to make the flavor of the ice cream more delicious.
This morning I felt like screaming into a pillow. I was frustrated with the frump and Senor Onion was being difficult. He and I were not the best of friends. Really I just needed to take a shower and put on some real clothes. My hair was a proper mess, I needed to shave my legs, my face looked bad, I had been spit up on just one too many times and I had recently discovered some sexy spider veins on one of my legs.
Senor Onion didn't want to be held by me but he didn't want to be put down to play. Whatever I would do it was wrong wrong wrong.
I handed him off to Mr. Jenner and actually took the time to attend to the care and maintenance of moi. I even trimmed my hair a touch. Yes yes yes I know one shouldn't always do this but I am good at it. I just trimmed off about an inch or two to take care of the split-ends and tidy it up.
I feel much better. Senor Onion is also napping (finally) so there is a bit of peace.
Now to think about eventually buying some decent trousers.
It is some kind of cruel fate. I lost what little weight I gained during pregnancy (and then some) but my pants don't quite fit comfortably. None of my clothes really fit all that well somehow. Too tight or too loose in the wrong places. Maybe I will break down and go on some boring boring diet to distract myself. Discussions about diets and weight-loss bore me to tears so should I go that route I promise not to subject readers to that insanity.
Ah forget dieting. That is boring-sauce. I think I should just kick myself outside and force myself to get a bit more exercise.
Anyways...
Mr. Jenner is doing well. No swelling, all cheer and he even had a cheese sandwich with crisps.
This morning I felt like screaming into a pillow. I was frustrated with the frump and Senor Onion was being difficult. He and I were not the best of friends. Really I just needed to take a shower and put on some real clothes. My hair was a proper mess, I needed to shave my legs, my face looked bad, I had been spit up on just one too many times and I had recently discovered some sexy spider veins on one of my legs.
Senor Onion didn't want to be held by me but he didn't want to be put down to play. Whatever I would do it was wrong wrong wrong.
I handed him off to Mr. Jenner and actually took the time to attend to the care and maintenance of moi. I even trimmed my hair a touch. Yes yes yes I know one shouldn't always do this but I am good at it. I just trimmed off about an inch or two to take care of the split-ends and tidy it up.
I feel much better. Senor Onion is also napping (finally) so there is a bit of peace.
Now to think about eventually buying some decent trousers.
It is some kind of cruel fate. I lost what little weight I gained during pregnancy (and then some) but my pants don't quite fit comfortably. None of my clothes really fit all that well somehow. Too tight or too loose in the wrong places. Maybe I will break down and go on some boring boring diet to distract myself. Discussions about diets and weight-loss bore me to tears so should I go that route I promise not to subject readers to that insanity.
Ah forget dieting. That is boring-sauce. I think I should just kick myself outside and force myself to get a bit more exercise.
Anyways...
Mr. Jenner is doing well. No swelling, all cheer and he even had a cheese sandwich with crisps.
