Freakin' Friday

Oh joy, another week is over!

It was a crazy week, what with being sick Tuesday, getting some great news on Wednesday, and being run ragged Thursday and the first half of Friday. So, a little retail therapy was in order.

It ended up being a mixture of girlie and geeky. I got some casual dress pants, a pair of jeans, two t-shirts and a blouse, as well as an external hard drive to back up my two computers.

When I went to get something for dinner, I was accosted by an elderly gentleman who insisted I could get the ingredients for a salad for the same price as the pre-packaged salad I was holding. He was a delightful character, to say the least.

I ended up having to make a second trip to the grocery store around 8 because I didn't have any bread. Or peanut butter. Or mineral water. Y'know, the basics. While I was there, I made the happy discovery that the local Independent (aka Zehrs aka Atlantic Superstore) is carrying the President's Choice Organics European Dark Chocolate bars. Jody did a review of them back in January, and raved about them - with good reason.

Today has been spent doing a thorough cleaning of the apartment, and wasting time. I do have a fun activity for y'all, so get your thinking caps on!

Mail call!

Dear rice,

What's wrong with you? I thought we were friends, but I can't be friends with you any more if you keep doing this to me. We had, what? Twenty-eight? Years together, but in the last year and a half, things seem to have gone sour. Any time I eat you, I get crampy and my tummy hurts.

And just yesterday, you snuck up on me - you hid in the vermincelli noodles I cooked to eat with the curry I made last night. This morning when I woke up, I realized what you had done, and the pain was significant enough that I had to stay home.

I don't appreciate this, and I wish you'd given me some warning.

Unhappily,
Rebecca


Dear David Byrne,

Why did you do a cover of "Au fond du temple saint" with Rufus Wainwright? Love you, love Rufus, but... you sound like you're straining to hit some of the notes, and struggling at other times. And meanwhile, that young whipersnapper in the background sounds like he's singing circles around you. I have a love/hate relationship with this song, mostly because it's a lovely piece but the voices don't blend all that well.

You know who I'd love to hear you duet with? Cyndi Lauper. I think you two kids could kick some serious ass together.

I'm serious!
Rebecca


Dear snow in April,

*sigh* I knew you were coming, so I wasn't too surprised to see you last night. But do you have to rub in the fact I'm not going to see any crocuses or tulips up here anytime soon?

Bah!
Rebecca :(