This will be a long post, so be prepared. Go make yourself a sammich, cause I have lots to say, but most of it is ramblings on the little joys of life.
Our story starts last friday, when I had an appointment to go see a counsellor on phobias and behaviour modification. I'm finally going to be doing something about my insect phobia, probably starting next september when the NHS get back to me. They say that the treatment has a decent success. I just hope I'll be able to sit outside and enjoy a cup of coffee without being in mortal fear of my life all the time.
Katy's parents are in Cambridge for the weekend for my birthday. We went shopping for my birthday prezzie today: shiny stainless steel kitchen knives. I can't post a picture now, cause they're in the process of being wrapped. Silly girl, go figure :) I've also learned that party hats and amusing birthday candles are going to be inflicted on me tomorrow :) I've also gotten gift certifiates for The Pier, woot! We saw some cool wine glasses that we're going to get when they have a sale. They're a bit pricey now (and we don't really have anywhere to put them – it's becoming apparent that we really REALLY need our own house).
I've been having really weird dreams again these days. Not scrary or distrubing, just … weird. Like a weird combination of Harry Potter, Hitlerian October youths, animal facilities at McGill, old bosses, old friends, new clients, LIMS systems for PRIDE, being seduced by Katy's cousins, weirdness, I tells ya.
Made duck again tonight, to keep a proise to Katy's dad. I'm a bit disappointed, cause I overcooked it. It was still nice, but not as nice as the last time. The big success was the guacamole I did though. It was KICK-ASS!
the recipe was:
4 baby avocadoes
half a lemon
few tbsps of olive oil
few tbsps of chopped tomatoes
salt
pepper
I tried to blend it, but it didn't really work. I've realized that I now need a food processor (Katy, hint! hint!). I ended up mushing it up with a spoon. We ate it with small pita breads.
All in all, dinner was lurvely. Our post-dinner plans include strawberry crumble, bowling and a movie. More on this later.
Edit: it is now later and bowlling has happened. In two words, I suck. In my defense, a) I wasn't drunk enough for proper disco bowling and b) I couldn't find a ball that fit. They were either two small (and my thumb got stuck more thank once) or too large and too heavy.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.