Crap! Last blog MIA!

My last blog posted, then I edited it and now, it's gone! So here is synopsis of what was said: I had a conversation with an Anonymous Friend (AF) at happy hour on Thursday that I never thought I would have. Proceed at your own risk and remember: we are talking about a martini...

AF: I think I'll try a pearl necklace
Me (a few minutes later): How's the pearl necklace?
AF: Not as good as I thought it would be. Do you want to taste it?
Me: Sure! (tastes) Oooh, you're right, it doesn't taste very good.

So I realize 2 very important things on Friday. 1. Mr. Sushi has not called me. 2. I don't care. Damn was he h-o-t-t. Yes, you read right, hott with 2 ts. That is when you know he is finer than fine.

Right now, I am cooking homemade focacia bread with rosemary, goat's milk cheese and carmelized onions. Smells delicious. It has taken the majority of the afternoon to make, but hopefully it will be worth it. I even made the caramelized onions myself. My apartment smells simply divine. Not like cat. I forget how much I love making home-made dough. There is something calming about kneeding the blob that will soon be your nourishment. I also made some tasty egg salad. Yum, in my quest to eat better, I have discovered that it takes a f*cking lot of preparation. Hopefully it will be worth it.

My good friend told me my apartment smelled like my cat on Friday night. I am glad he told me, but I must admit I am devestated that my apartment would smell like anything but inviting. Cat is not a good smell. Neither is poop, old dirty laudry or mold. Thankfully I have rectified the situation. What scares me most about this is that I didn't notice. Do I smell like cat?