I was going to write a post about how I returned to weight watchers, but really, who cares.

I was going to tell you about making the pen*s pasta that Beth brought me back from Italy but there really isn’t anything interesting to tell about the event.  I boiled water, dumped the bag of members in, decided to cook them el dente because that’s just hard enough.  It was anticlimactic to be honest.  Ben won’t eat it.  I think he feels it’s morally wrong.  He’s probably right, especially if you consider the rant I went on when I saw some of the boys in his class wearing the I LOVE BOOBIES bracelets they were selling to supposedly support breast cancer research.

I was going to express my unsolicited opinion about mommy bloggers who write posts about their too perfect homes and their too perfect children that shit glitter.  I decided not to because really, who cares.  Whatever floats your boat.  Whatever gets you through the night.  An imaginary life with sparkles and unicorn farts isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

My dishwasher is having issues and I’ve been washing dishes by hand, a post about how much I hate Samsung and how I will never, ever, like ever buy another Samsung product in my life was considered.  I decided against it because all this dishwashing is drying out my skin and I’m using so much hand lotion that it’s a struggle to type.

The other day a friend called and mentioned that he and his wife had been in New York City.  Well! Everyone knows that I will talk about the city all day, I love New York City.  So he is telling me about a bus tour that they took and how the bus looks like a theatre, I told him that I had seen that bus and that I found it creepy.  Mike and I laughed because we felt like we were the animals at the zoo.  So, my friend goes on to describe how they saw this couple walking down the street that looked familiar, and realized that it was indeed Mike and I walking down the street.  A city of 8 million people and they pass us on the street.  What are the odds?

Meanwhile… back on the funny farm.  A couple of weeks ago I made dinner for a couple of my friends.  I used the pasta that Beth brought back from Italy.   The pen*s pasta.  I’m altering the word because of some funky searches that brought the creepers to my blog.  I’m sure they were disappointed.

This is Katie at Hooters.  Its tradition now whenever someone flies out of Toronto’s airport we go to Hooters first.  I love Hooters.

Mike’s working on a case, and when Mike’s working on a case my dining room table becomes his work table.

Mike and I went for a walk the other day and were accosted by a kitty.  It was a nice day so I brought my camera with me, I have 12 pictures of someone’s cat, 38 pictures of 2 squirrels chasing each other around a tree and more pictures of fish floating in the bay than I care to admit.

Have a GREAT Day!!!!

Home from New York, after a 2 hour flight delay and a stop at duty free. I’m home and avoiding the laundry.  A friend asked if I went to the top of the Empire State Building and I was embarrassed to say No.  When she continued to talk about how much she loved New York, and how amazing it was to see the Statue of Liberty, a Broadway play and take the subway, I just nodded my head.  I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn’t do any of those things.  Well, I’ve taken the subway, but it’s just a subway.  That wasn’t much of a thrill.  Ok, I can say I rode a subway sitting across from 2 alleged gang members, but I was sitting between a 6 ft redhead and an army vet, and I gave them the Mom stare.  It was fine.

I spent my time in New York doing nothing.  Lover and I played backgammon while sipping wine.  We had cocktails at The Rum House, across from The Barrymore Theatre.  We walked past Central Park, too cold and windy to take a stroll through the park.  We did nothing.  It was wonderful.  We had no deadlines, we made no reservations, we did nothing.

   il dolce far niente  

The Sweetness of Doing Nothing