For as good as yesterday was, today, well, it's not as good. Short summary? The man. House burning down. Usual crappy fires. The CTO is tired. The saving grace? Home again at the castle, with the VeePee. One sunny little smile and giggle and the weight of the corporate world slides off like dust into a top of the line Miele. Bork-ed one of the fresh starts today (good meals, lots of water, but fell prey to a donut). What is there that can be said? You approach the counter with the best of intentions (how about the granola parfait, or better yet, the fruit cup?) and then, you see it. Sitting there next to the danish. Partially obscured by the walnut bread. A corner touching the almond croissants. The twist donut in all its doughy, fried, sugary coated glory. You are rendered powerless. (Ahem, Ill take one with a decaf latte please?)
The gym is on the menu tomorrow. Promise. All 2 hours of it. Cardio. And weights. And stretching.
Tonight the CEO has promised some kind of 'dinner surprise'. As long as there is a glass of red wine waiting with it, there will be happiness. And we know there is good ice cream hiding in the freezer, and caramel sauce too. Ugh. Must. Stop. Now.
If we could wish for the perfect dinner this evening, it would be this:
Oysters.
With toasted french bread.
Maybe with some butter/garlic.
With a barbecue sauce on top.
And make it about 2 dozen to start.
And what would the meal be without the perfect liquid complement? That of course would be this here:
The Binkomonster Chardonnay. Also known as Pyewacket. The label and romance copy are done and in the hands of expert formatters. Soon, we should be seeing the artwork not just in digital pixel format, but on the bottles as well. And then of course those bottles should be gracing the Binkomonster shelves. We've got 25 cases to work through. That in addition to the remainder of the Monstrus Syrah which at last count stood at 20something cases.
We have a very large amount of wine. Send food. And reinforcements.