Too Much Dressing.

I love this town. The CeeP's review came out today, and it straddled the fence. When I noticed that it practically named half the cast, It actually made me laugh out loud. They're too sweet, and I expect the call from mom will come later today.

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I made din-din for me and the schmoop last night. Pasta. Of Course. Crafty bastards, those Italians, to have invented that carbolicious shit.
And yes, Geef... I've fucking burned water on the stove. Turned it on, went to check email, got distracted by pornimeanlongemail. Smelled smoke. Water Stink. Pot Charred. Fire bad.

Easiest dieting tip in the world was to make a mess o' pasta early in the week and have it for "easy lunches" later. I'll have a couple of big ziplocs filled w/pasta and olive oil. (Keeps it from sticking.) Our two main dishes, which we tend to work in rotation, are chicken pesto pasta, (Penne, Grilled Chicky, Tomatoes, and a jar of pesto. Why go to Noodles and co?)
Or pasta, chicky, tomatoes, and fat free Italian dressing. Easy Peasy Italianeasy...and stuff.

Well, per normal I go off and frick the whole mess up. 1st, by squeezing the bottle so hard that half of it's contents poured onto the 'sta. (Oooooooo my arms...their just so beeeg Ooooooo. Whatever. I'm slow upstairs.) THEN, (I try to) cautiously pour the superflous dressing into the sink, succeeding only in dumping THE ENTIRE bowl of pasta over the plate I was using to slow the flow...right into the sink. I cursedloudly, then had 2 glasses of chardonnay (The brand was "Lucky Frog". Don't imbibe. Yucky.) and went to bed.

One last funny work story. A trickle of beauticians came into the store last night. Apparently they needed stage make-up for a class project. You'd think "Wow, P..Beauticians!" and come up with funny lines from "Real Genius". No such luck. They were nice and all, but they ended up treating me like a Barbie "Make-Me-Pretty"...After they were all gone, my hands and arms were covered in make-up and sparkles. I AM NOT A PALATTE!!!

That and I had gas. Hard to feel sophisticated and sexy when you ate veggie chili w/extra lentils for lunch. Bah-booom!!!! Why J wants me, I'll never know. I pay her...that's why. : )