Avast ye maties! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day. Grab yer shoulder parrots and pour a tin cup o grog and sail the high seas in search of treasure.
And Booty. ;) :P
Okay, it is obvious that I sucketh at being a pirate.
And since my cat ate my shoulder pirate, my husband hocked me gold earring and termites ate me wooden leg and I just lost me eye patch, I suppose it is time to give up on being a pirate, ay, maties?
So, how is everyone this fine Sunday morning? It is a lovely day, here. It is going to get hot. Mid nineties, again. Urgh! I mean... Arrrrrrr! A/C again today. I don't see my electric bill ever going down, if this blasted heat keeps up.
Yesterday was a good day, food wise. Didn't get out and walk... Husbands rhoids were raging, again and he couldn't walk and he doesn't want me going out alone and it isn't worth arguing with him about at the moment. I am saving that bit of fun for a future date. ^^ Hopefully, his ass won't keep us benched, tonight.
I am not holding my breath, tho. No matter how smashing I look in blue.
I think I am going to try a recipe that is bubbling around in me brain (Arrrr!) tonight. If it works out, I'll tell ye all about it, tomorrow. If it doesn't... I will probably still tell ye all about it tomorrow.
'Cause that is what I am all about.
Aren't I just a little ray of frakking sunshine?