Whine, snivel, kvetch.
This morning Twitter was mocking me with a zillion and a half shots of dinner tables laid out with giant, traditional Easter feasts – baked ham, yams, green bean casseroles and more. Carrot cake being the dessert of choice. MASSIVE yum – ‘cept for the baked ham part. I think of those poor piggies and just get all tragically hurlish
One year, before I went all vegetarian, my sister made lamb for the Easter repast. It was amazing – just, flat out, the best meat I’d ever had. This morning, close to 30 years later, I’m still drooling at the memory. I could never do it now though. After so many years of sheep snapping while on holidaze, I dunno if I could even be in the same room as roasting sheepie. They’re not dinner – they’re pals!
Heartbroken about the Chinese food delivery cock up, I dropped a few throat lozenges and ibuprofen and crawled back in bed to read I Am Spock. Fabulous read, by the by – it is if you’re a Star Trek geek and I am.
Mebbe we’ll have that Chinese feast for dinner tonight instead. And, honest to Bast, I'll quit whining! Tomorrow