Man, weird weather up in this mix. The temps are going to hit 60 today, and we’ve had this disturbing fog hovering over us, now in its third day. I can’t say I’m thrilled about it, since I keep having to drive all over creation. It’s like God farted, dude, and it’s just LINGERING.
We had our office holiday party the other day; there was much merriment. I baked a shoo-fly pie and some cinnamon rolls and brought them in. I had baked so many cinnamon rolls (in an effort to get rid of frozen bread dough) that I left two trays for the party and brought two trays up for “UNIX Team holdbacks,” as it were, of which my teammates ate maybe 5 rolls. Since there are 12 rolls in a tray, this mean I ate, by myself, over the course of 2 workdays, 19 cinnamon rolls. And yet I wonder why I don’t fit into any of my winter pants.
Our well-traveled high school pal Stefan is in town for a few weeks, over from South Korea, where he’s been living for a few years, teaching English to small children. This may seem rather innocuous information, but if you knew Stefan, you’d be as terrified as I am. Rest assured: these children will be well versed in good ol’ American profanity. We met him for dinner last night at a nice Mexican place in North Wilmington, where I had fajitas with shrimp (pronunciation: skrmzpz) in ’em. He gave me a small bottle of Korean liquor, which he described as sort of being like vodka. Apparently over there they do shots of it until they suddenly find they are speaking Mongolian.
For those of you with Sephardic or Ashkenazic ancestry: Happy Chaka Khan! Or however it’s spelt. My grasp of the English language is more tenuous than you might assume.
“My grasp of the English language is more tenuous than you might assume.”
Especially after dancing the Chaka Khan with Korean liquor with a bunch of swearing school kids!
BTW, overnight some them rolls down here next go. My kids LOVE THEM.