Weekend update.
-- Woke up on Saturday morning, and every single muscle in my body ached in the best possible way. I spent some time lounging around in my bunk an empty house cherishing the last threads of hedonism before being kidnapped by 
tamnonlinear.
-- Saturday evening into Sunday was spent at the casa del kitties. Abby and I made the most ridiculously rich brownies evar. Ghiradelli brownie batter mixed with both dark and white chocolate chips, topped with a creme de menthe icing made from scratch, and then layered in brownie-batter and dark chocolate ganache. My co-workers are in love with me today. I'm sitting at my desk, and I hear a borderline-lewd moan from the kitchen. "I don't know what these are, but they're awesome!"
-- Am now scheming other brownie confections. Thinking of making blondies with white chocolate chips, topped in raspberry liqueur icing, and smothered in white-chocolate lemon ganache. With an edible flower on top.
-- Also got Abby addicted to Supernatural. I finally caved and got the season 1 box set. We made it through two discs, and she is now totally innundated with Metallicar love. As predicted, she's more of a Sammy girl.
-- As we were in need of serious humor, we MS3TK'ed the hell out of Brahm Stoker's Dracula. You know, the one with Gary Oldman, Winona Ryder, and Keanu Reeves. It's bad. It's so so bad. It's bad to the point of being absurdist. Also, LOL at Keanu's attempt at a British accent. I thought I couldn't LOL any harder than I did at Dangerous Liasons, but alas, I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
-- Iiiiiinteresting.
-- There is no better remedy for life's ills than your first girlfriend's recollection of your tits. Just sayin'.
-- Our new intern is giving me the shy "ooh ooh, pick me, pick me!" eyes whenever he walks past my desk. *headdesk*
-- There's more, but work calls. Ta!
tamnonlinear. -- Saturday evening into Sunday was spent at the casa del kitties. Abby and I made the most ridiculously rich brownies evar. Ghiradelli brownie batter mixed with both dark and white chocolate chips, topped with a creme de menthe icing made from scratch, and then layered in brownie-batter and dark chocolate ganache. My co-workers are in love with me today. I'm sitting at my desk, and I hear a borderline-lewd moan from the kitchen. "I don't know what these are, but they're awesome!"
-- Am now scheming other brownie confections. Thinking of making blondies with white chocolate chips, topped in raspberry liqueur icing, and smothered in white-chocolate lemon ganache. With an edible flower on top.
-- Also got Abby addicted to Supernatural. I finally caved and got the season 1 box set. We made it through two discs, and she is now totally innundated with Metallicar love. As predicted, she's more of a Sammy girl.
-- As we were in need of serious humor, we MS3TK'ed the hell out of Brahm Stoker's Dracula. You know, the one with Gary Oldman, Winona Ryder, and Keanu Reeves. It's bad. It's so so bad. It's bad to the point of being absurdist. Also, LOL at Keanu's attempt at a British accent. I thought I couldn't LOL any harder than I did at Dangerous Liasons, but alas, I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
-- Iiiiiinteresting.
-- There is no better remedy for life's ills than your first girlfriend's recollection of your tits. Just sayin'.
-- Our new intern is giving me the shy "ooh ooh, pick me, pick me!" eyes whenever he walks past my desk. *headdesk*
-- There's more, but work calls. Ta!