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i want salmon! :)

what's sad is that we're so codependent that we run out of things to talk about at the same time. :)

Salmon sounds Fuckin' A. I cannot get Matt to love it as much as I do. I've already scarfed 2 cinnamony strudel-y pastries and am on my way to Target, which might mean a Big Mac:( The barbecued tofu in the fridge is just not calling loudly enough. Up yours, Healthy Eating Plan!

Huzzah for negative pregnancy tests!

(After your helpful [!!!] suggestion that my absentmindedness might be due to some yet undetected gravidity (and after said helpfulness conspired with sore breasts and caused me to temporarily, as they say, lose my shit, I too consulted with the urine-test experts. Once the negative had been confirmed, I spent the evening belittling myself for being so impressionable.)

I love salmon, my family is so/so, I only make it once in awhile. If you sculpt salmon loaf it really should be in the shape of a fish shack.

Summer, next time you're in town, I owe you a drink for putting you through that. And hey! We're not pregnant! Drink up!

Yo you make some fly salmon. Oh what would I do many a thing for the Dolce...soooo goood. I too have run out of clever stuff... How many times can I post how weird my dog is... :P

Dear God! I just had a cinnamon dolce latte this morning (my first!), and I can honestly say: It's better than a doughnut. And there aren't many things that are better than a doughnut (a doughnut of the White Icing on Top variety, of course). Starbucks, I love you. I hate you. I love you.

Did the grandparents supply that awful dog for Christmas? Livia got one just like it -- her grandparents removed it from the box before it got to my house. I've named it Hector. Chant it with me, now:
"Ear! Blue! Ear! Nose! Red Nose! aaaa-CHOO! ba-da-bada-BADA! It's LEARNING time!"
Hector went with her to the grandparents these past couple of days. I kinda miss Hector. And her, too. :)

I am going to pass on the salmon... but thank you for offering.

If you do post a picture of a meatloaf in teh shape of a house, you will be my hero, as it trumps quite handily my meatloaf in a pumpkin story.

My blog is always talking about boring shit. How many posts can I get out of one headache? (Answer: three.) Dull! At least your sparkling verbiage makes it good reading. : )

I want a cinnamon dolce latte. Those things are like crack. I'm a cinnamon dolce latte whore.

You see, I enjoyed that post - so if it's all you got, I'll hae a cupful please.

Heart in mouth: p test - I think the stonecutters have had enough amazing pregnancy news for one week!

Funny, we have some shared experiences this week.
1) I had salmon the other night (I broiled it with basil paste spread on top.)
2) I ALSO had a negative pregnancy test this week. Only I was pretty effin pissed off about it.
3) I have also offered to exchange sexual favors for things this week.
4) That's all I got.

Good luck with the food architecture. I think you should teach a class. I heard they are going to rebuild New Orleans out of chocolate. (Sorry. I know that my humor is tasteless, but the whole Nagin thing and everyone's reactions to it is cracking me up.)

We are taking Zach to Sesame Street this weekend too. Thanks for the tip. We'll be sure to put it to use.

Mary, our satandog came from my mom's best friend, who never has to be in the same room with it. On the plus side, Clara Jane has mastered the "Do Your Ears Hang Low" song, which is quite cute.

I think I'll make meatloaf on Sunday. If I do, I promise it'll be house-shaped and photographed.

I'm still mourning the loss of eggnog lattes, and have refused the advances of the rebound cinnamon dolce latte. I'm just not ready, y'know? But after reading this, maybe I'll try.

And, one of my clients gave us that Learning Puppy right before I had Ben. I get chills up and down my spine every time it whines, "Hug Me!" and "I love you!"