Step 1. Go to Lush and purchase a 'Christmas Carol' Bath Fizz.

Step 2. Wrap Bath Fizz and Give to Enemy Friend

Step 3. Laugh. Hysterically.

Why Step 3 you say? Because inside that smiling little fairy are 900 million specks of glitter that don't appear until it's too late. Glitter that gets into places on your body you didn't even know you had and leaves a sparkling ring around your tub. Glitter that refuses to come off. Ever.

Labels: anger, awesome, ridiculous

I feel as if someone stuffed my head full of cotton balls, which may be partially true because my agency called today to find out where the hell I was--I apparently had an interview at 11am that I have no recollection of scheduling at all and therefore missed. Pissed doesn't even come close to describing how I feel about that one.

But what's done is done.

We didn't bother to make dinner tonight since I can't taste anything and neither of us was very hungry but D was insistent that I eat something since all I had was a glass of 2 juiced oranges and a carrot in an attempt to wake up my immune system. So I invented something, I added a sliced green onion to some leftover mashed potatoes, some jalapeño Havarti cheese and a whole lot of cayenne pepper, formed them into little cakes, breaded them and fried them. Then I made D try them to see if they were good because all I could taste was a little heat from the cayenne.

The verdict was tasty but needing a dipping sauce. When my taste buds start functioning again I'll recreate them and see if there are any improvements to be made and then maybe write an actual recipe. Until then I'm going to suck back the Neocitran and stay bundled up on the couch.

Labels: anger, work

No Gordon Ramsey this weekend. I heard there was over 300 people who started lining up Saturday afternoon--An entire day BEFORE the actual signing. I can't say I'm not bummed that I didn't get to go but I still had an otherwise good weekend. Except for the horrible waiter we had on Sunday. Who clears your plates and then NEVER COMES BACK? Not even the other wait staff knew where he was. We waited over 45 minutes after finishing our only round of pints to pay and finally had to flag down another waitress to cash us out, who we ended up giving his tip to because we decided he sucked super hardcore and didn't deserve one. It didn't help that the pub itself was one of the worst I've ever been in. They charged 8 dollars for a veggie plate that consisted of five slices of cucumber, 4 sticks of celery, 4 RUBBERY carrots and a tiny paper cup of dip and the bathrooms were dripping smelly water from the ceiling to the point of having an inch deep puddle on the floor. So bad!

Luckily, we still made it to Yogen Fruz before it closed, whose new evil billboards have been taunting me all week. D had never even had Yogen Fruz before! Their frozen yogurt is now probiotic which means it is perfectly acceptable to eat all the time now. Chocolate yogurt + Cherries = Yum.

Labels: anger, boo, gross

Montreal was great! I didn't eat any poutine like I said I would, but I did eat fondue and french macarons and that counts for something! Friday was spent drinking sangria on the patio, wine in the hotel room and then vodka cranberries at the bar after the dance show. Saturday was spent shopping until my feet were bloody stumps, but oh my was it ever glorious! 7 hours was not enough time to cover all the shopping that is available there. We spent four hours in one store alone! I only managed to take four pictures because A. I hate feeling/looking like a tourist. B. My mother is a wannabe paparazzi and it embarrasses the crap out of me and C. Because we were really only there for a day and a half. This one is my favourite:


The only downside was that our hotel had a high school trip going on and all the kids were staying on our floor. And they all really liked to run up and down the hall yelling and slamming doors at ungodly hours. So I may or may not have stuck my head out the door at 3am and told them to 'Shut the Fuck Up.' The upside was the front desk had an unlimited supply of Chupa Chugs. Watermelon = Love.

Labels: anger, holidays, shopping