Sunday, August 19, 2007

hormones

as I get older, they get worse. I get very sensitive to insult.

The worst thing you can do? Condescend to me. Especially in that supposedly cutesy and joking tone, mmm'kay? Winking and wiggling while telling me you don't think I know what I'm doing makes me blind with rage. I hate to be wrong, but I will admit when I am. When I am not and you try to make me feel like a fool? I will rip you a new asshole. Or just never work with you again, if I have nothing invested in you. Luckily for me, I can choose the latter here.

My dad is off to MN again today. He woke me up at 6:30 to say goodbye, which I told him to, but man it made me wonky. I went to bed about 2:30, and even I need more sleep than that. Okay, some folks would say a lot more ;)

Hrm. What's my good thing for today? We had Greek night over the weekend. Made tzatziki and baklava and figured out how to make the tomato spread from Angeli on Decatur in NOLA. We made hummus and dolmas and spanakopita and meatballs. The best part was how we all worked together to get it done, even when Mr L wasn't feeling fab.

Next week? Brazilian night. I need to find a dessert...

1 comment:

Jean said...

Mmm. Brazilian.

And *hugs*. Horomones suck.