~ Sunday, April 15, 2001 ~

 

10:20 p.m. It was a difficult job, but somebody's got to do it. Somebody's got to heft the big loads, the tough tasks, the ... hefty handfuls. Me. I stepped up to the plate.

The fusilli has been dispensed with.

No longer will it cause trouble from the cupboard, mocking me with its twirly twisty strands of temptation. No. I've taken care of the fusilli.

Really -- it was going to stop any diet dead in its tracks with its profane promises of pleasure, and really, it was really good. Primavera good. Light merlot and just the touch of basil good.

What I don't do for the cause, I tell you.

Otherwise, things are really hopping around here, metaphorically speaking, but I'm going to observe the holiday and slack accordingly.

Happy Easter!