O O Hey,
Today was another lovely day for me. Let's just let every blog have the implication that I had a lovely day unless I state otherwise because I have realized that I say this all the time. Right now, I am watching The Next Food Network Star. Someday I will own a bakery, and I will provide everyone with delicious pastries. It will be called "Auntie Em's Place of Patries and Tasties." (I will use the name "Auntie" whether I am an aunt or not..it has a much better ring to it.) I will serve cake and pie and muffins and scones and wintergreen mints (those are the tasties that make your breath smell better after the pastries.)
So this morning I went to church. I LOVE church, but I don't ever have anything funny to say about it because I love it so much. Moving on, I rushed to Delphos so that Colin and I could see a matinee of "Splice." On the topic of "Splice," we will just say that going from worshipping Jesus to watching images of humans..umm..do the deed with odd scientific created characters was quite an intense transition on a Sunday afternoon. It was a good movie, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure what kind of genre it would fit under. It's not Horror, it's not Sci Fi, it's not Romance...it's more like O My Gosh, What the Heck Did I Eat Before Bed To Have A Dream Like That genre. After the movie, Colin and I did it Beer Barrell style. WOAH! You guys are dirty...it's a restaurant. We ordered the cheese deep dish pizza...14 inch...after Colin said 14 inch, our waitress replied, "Are you sure you want the 14 inch?" That, my friends, is when you know you are going to have a good dinner. Our waitress came out of the kitchen pulling our pizza behind her in a Radio Flyer. The first difficulty was getting a piece of this out of the grips of the 600 degree pan. If there is a pizza cutting school, the cook at Beer Barrell didn't attend it. After Colin suffered third degree burns, we both enjoyed our pile (it can't be described as a piece) of pizza. It was DELICIOUS; however, each bite proved to be a serious threat. Everytime I swallowed, I feared that some of the cheese would stay in my mouth while the rest of it went down my throat. Like when you're eating cheese sticks..and you have to stick your fingers past the dangly ball in the back of your throat to retrieve a strand of mozzerella as you gag pitifully and your life flashes before your eyes. I didn't choke, and the Reds won! God Bless America!
I love food and coffee (we got Bigby after Beer Barrell) and Colin, so now you know why today was a lovely day. Update on my brother's diet. He has finished close to a half gallon of ice cream and is now eating the pasta mom made him for lunch tomorrow...this his is snack. There are competitive eaters that would get full eating the CRUMBS off Eric's couch everyday. He's cute though..and a nice guy ladies...and he showers at least once a week!!
Keep Letting It Be,
Em
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