Wednesday, July 17, 2013

I regret nothing

Dad and I celebrated my birthday dinner at Delius, our favorite restaurant. As per usual, we made reservations for the five course pre fixe with wine pairings. Course number three out of five was a smoked octopus with lemon crushed potatoes, chili aioli, and fried capers. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

First of all, they didn't just serve up a piece of octopus. Oh no. I got a whole freaking tentacle. It was so tender and amazing and just omg. Dad said it tasted like the best camping trip he'd ever had. He was not wrong.

I always feel kind of bad when I eat octopus because they're sentient. I make up for it by only eating them once or twice a year. Dad actually brought this up over dinner.

Dad: You know octopuses are actually highly intelligent?

Me: Yeah, I know. That's why I always feel bad when I eat them.

Dad: Nonsense! They make you smarter!

I regret nothing.

Am I really 27?

I don't feel anywhere near that age.

I just realized that if I'm 27, my best friend is 28. When did we get so old?

Though technically, as per the Tradition of Hunni, we both stopped having birthdays at age 24. We're 24 for the rest of our lives now.





C'mon, Timmy, let's go get a cupcake.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013


Hedgehogs for youuuuuu! I hope you have a splendiferous birthday! With frosting!

Head on over to Skeeve's blog and wish her a Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

We're painting the roses red!

Mom really wants to plant roses in the backyard to hide the smell of our two giant dogs. I told her that if she did we would have to dress the dogs up as playing cards.

Pearl would be the red queen.