I just had a meal of cold spaghetti.
It didn't start out cold. Oh, no. That happened when I inadvertently dumped the whole load of spaghetti down the sink when I was trying to drain the water.
Now some of you may be saying, "Katie, this happens EVERY time you try to drain spaghetti using a pot lid."
Well, aren't you smart?
Actually, when the spaghetti all fell in the sink, it was still hot. I discovered this when I tried to use my fingers to scoop it back into the pot. It got cold when I ran cold water into it to clean it off.
In other news, I watched a most excellent movie the other night. I really must recommend it, as I suspect most of you have never seen it. It's a New Zealand flick called Black Sheep, or La Nuit de Moutons. It involves man-eating were-sheep. Need I say more?
Must sign off now, as I need to go back to the office and call a man about suicides among aboriginal teenagers.
About Me
- KT
- “I’d like you to come mustering with me,” my boyfriend said. Until I met Jet, I can honestly say that mustering was not something I had seriously contemplated doing. This may, in part, have been due to the fact that I had never heard of it. The first time I heard the term was when Jet, having returned to Australia after romancing me in Canada, informed me that he would be out of touch for a week or so because he had to ‘muster the weaners.’ Further probing revealed that this had nothing to do with hotdogs -- except perhaps in the indirect sense -- but instead meant Jet was going to round up his young cattle and separate them from their mothers. Now, he was planning on going ‘up North’ to do more cattle work in an area of Australia that Google informed me was populated almost entirely by Aborigines and crocodiles. I agreed to come along, although not without some trepidation…
3 comments:
Katie needs a colander for Christmas. :)
You're not the only one to say so. lol
Black Sheep looks like a cool movie. I wanted to see it a while ago but never got around to it.
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