"I spleam! I spleam! I SPLEAM! I SPLEAM!"
"No, Tadpole. Ambulance."
(But mistake is understandable as ambulance is just as colourful as ice-cream truck.)
Happy Husband left late for work because I got him a teeny tiny MP3 player for his birthday, and he wanted to load it up with music first (bloody mosquito-sized thing can fit loads). So. As far as I can see (from the mess still lying around in the computer area) he's chosen a Best of Queen CD, and Haendel's Messiah.
Have sudden vision of Freddie Mercury singing the Hallelujah. *shudders* (just like Good Omens)
We took Husband out for dinner yesterday, and he had his favourite dessert (the family-sized ice-cream: 9 scoops - no, really - , fresh fruit, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. We didn't finish, but we didn't leave much either.) And I won the improvised snail imitation contest. Don't ask.
Then we went back home, took the croissant dough out of the fridge and by surprise and beat it upto a pulp into a suitable shape and rolled it up and voila. We baked them this morning and they turned out to be pretty good - to my extreme surprise. A bit better than the frozen ones, actually, but not as good at Zane's, obviously. Considering the time I spent making them, I think next time I'll just go buy them at Zane's.
"No, Tadpole. Ambulance."
(But mistake is understandable as ambulance is just as colourful as ice-cream truck.)
Happy Husband left late for work because I got him a teeny tiny MP3 player for his birthday, and he wanted to load it up with music first (bloody mosquito-sized thing can fit loads). So. As far as I can see (from the mess still lying around in the computer area) he's chosen a Best of Queen CD, and Haendel's Messiah.
Have sudden vision of Freddie Mercury singing the Hallelujah. *shudders* (just like Good Omens)
We took Husband out for dinner yesterday, and he had his favourite dessert (the family-sized ice-cream: 9 scoops - no, really - , fresh fruit, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. We didn't finish, but we didn't leave much either.) And I won the improvised snail imitation contest. Don't ask.
Then we went back home, took the croissant dough out of the fridge and by surprise and beat it up
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Date: 2004-06-10 04:58 am (UTC)(psst. We also have had a snail contest!)
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Date: 2004-06-10 04:06 pm (UTC)It's a neat little thing: mosquito-sized, costs as much as a medium-sized TV, and Husband has already stored 8 or 9 CDs on it. He's very pleased.