Guess what? Someone named me is no longer a jobless bum and has been generously given a practically new electric BBQ by some soon to be married friends who are leaving the city for their new house in Oakville. I'm going to eat nothing but veggie burgers and hot dogs from now until the end of summer.

Yesterday was pretty much the greatest Monday in existence...other then the one I was born on, of course.

Both the cameras died yesterday after trying to take a photo of the cannelloni which isn't a huge deal except that I was cursing the absence of batteries around here when the batch of bread dough I had stirred up actually blew the top off a sealed (but vented) Tupperware tub and was exploding out the sides. It most likely had something to do with all the wine I was drinking when I mixed it. Much like I wish I would be doing tonight at my pedicure appointment with Brandi--which would be a reality if we were going here...instead we are going to a place where they don't speak English but they are cheap and that counts for something!