Last night we had 6 people over for supper. I made my mom’s world famous tourtière. That’s french for ground pork and lots of melted lard in a lard based pie dough. That’s also french for oh-my-liver.
This morning I totally debunked the myth about Gatorade and hangovers. I would tell you the result but that would imply I may or may not have had a personal experience with hangovers today. Since I am now linking this site in random job applications, I wouldn’t want my potential employer to think I am a lush. Better keep some things a mystery.
On the topic of mysteries why have I not been snagged yet by the world’s most luckiest of employers?
Why I ask you why?
This picture was the scene in my kitchen before the clean-up fairy stopped by. Sorry. It’s a galley since I’m on a boat. Nerdy boat talkers – shame on you for messing with people’s vocab! Actually I could totally submit this image for this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge about background and foreground. In the foreground is the dirty dishes. In the background my cabinet which normally holds the dishes. Notice how empty it is? That’s because everything was dirty. Like an old man’s mind surrounded by Catholic school girls sporting their cute little
porn-star short skirts uniform.
Six people. Eating around the same table. In a boat. A sailboat. How can I put this into words? It’s not that it’s tight, our boat is 40 feet so it’s decent in size. But let’s be honest here, it’s not a yacht.
The difference between a boat and a yacht is like a million dollars.
So much dirty dishes. Six people on a boat. Talking and swapping stories about sailing and cruising. Scary stories. Stories to keep you so far away from the water you’d swear to stick to whores’ baths for the rest of your dry life! Stories about 90′ waves and boats just dropping out of sight. Do you know that when a boat sinks it doesn’t leave a visible trace?
Six people on a boat swapping stories can be a frightening thing even for a fun fearless female like me. Ha!
By the way, the clean-up fairy is myself. I only pretend after the cleaning is done that it was somebody else who did it, or that it got done magically. I pretend I have people who take care of me. I pretend to pretend. Sometimes the pretending gets to be so well done with oodles and oodles of ingenuity I confuse where the line of pretending starts and ends.
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