Friday seems a million miles away right now. I must push through the week somehow. Last night I hated the whole world and skipped dinner. Instead I ate a couple of roasted shrimp and a handful of pecans and downed a margarita. It was that kind of night. Judi liked margaritas...I only drank them with her. It was her birthday on Saturday so we bought a bottle of cheap margaritas in her memory. So, after a long interaction with a child that explained to me that he COULD get all A's but he just didn't see the benefit of it, I said to Ernie, "GET me a margarita! NOW." He obliged.
One should never give birth to children that can talk circles around you.
Or are more stubborn than you.
I actually stayed calm though.
But I needed that freaking margarita.
On to Eric and Peter and Thomm!
I'm doing a vaguely Chinese spread....sesame noodles with shrimp, hoisin pork with rice and a bunch of vegetables. Bring anything you like! Can't wait!
This song, a cover of a Guy Clark song, is stuck in my head....
Can't wait to see our guys.
16-20 size shrimp, tossed with olive oil, salt and pepper, and roasted in a 425 degree oven for eight minutes. You can tell how bad a mood I was in that I didn't devour them all....