I’m becoming increasingly aware of this wormhole or rip in the space/time continuum that is sucking the weekends away at alarming rates recently. Hell even the week went by rather quickly even if the day itself didn’t appear to. Did that make sense? It’s like “ugh, it’s Monday” and then suddenly “oh shit it’s Friday” I have 3 hours of fondue prep ahead of me.
Yes, we had our fondue night aka-food orgy Saturday. I must say the crab/shrimp cream cheese stuffing I made for the stuffed mushrooms was awesome. I guess my friend’s boyfriend was raving about it to her mom and then proceeded to pop the meatballs we fried up at the end of the orgy on the car ride home like ludes. They seemed impressed with my crepes as well which was a concoction on the fly that had delightful results. I’m keeping that one in the repertoire. The wormhole showed up all day as 9 1/2 hours seemed to fly by. (Well for us at least, the boyfriend may have wanted to leave before then because he had a cold but he was polite and didn’t complain. We told him to take a nap after dinner and he obliged. I wouldn’t turn down a nap at virtual stranger’s homes either. It’d be a good way to see if they talk about me because they think I’m asleep.)
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