MPS went and got some hot chips from the Fish and Chip shop to go with the meat I had cooking in the crockpot cause I
couldn’t be fucked was too busy to cook anything to go with it.
Apparently there was salad too. Meh.
only the hot chippy goodness a healthy well balanced meal I wandered into the kitchen to find the chip wrapping open on the counter. I stood mesmerised scraping the salty fat laden crumbs off the paper.
That shit is good. Hot chippy salty goodness. I contemplated bending down to lick the paper, but
someone walked into the kitchen thought better of it.
I love me some salt. I should totally get my own salt lick. My horse, Kallina, had one, and you should have seen her eyes roll back in her head when she licked that shit. Horse crack.
I could wear it around my neck. It could be the next big thing.
Speaking of big things, tonight the chick I ordered fairy floss and popcorn making shit from (cause NO ONE had the machines available for this weekend. Oh, except for the guy who had one in his shed and would let me have it for $130 for the day, with enough sugar to make 4 fucking hundred serves AND I had to pick up, drop off and clean the fucker BEFORE I used it) dropped it off. Nice woman, her name is Kelly, so of course she would have to be fucking awesome. The side of her face was dropped, like she had had an accident or a stroke or something. Boo wandered out and started giving her a quizzical look. I was all fuck fuck fuck he is going to say something, fuck fuck fuck. He looks right at her, points to her and says:
‘How much do you weigh?’
Um. That was worse. Damn kid.
Expect more of this brain-fartyness over the next few days while I
lose my fucking mind am busy preparing for this party, and Moo starting her exams, and working longer hours. I will be updating the party blog sporadically over the next few weeks with party stuff, recipes and shit.
Oh and don’t forget to anti rain vibes for Sunday. It can be fucking torrential rain after 5pm Sunday my time. KTHXBAI.