oddly enough...

i'm sitting here in my green room eating dinner. a tasty meal comprised of fillet of some fish i got a bag of for $5, and homemade rosemary potato wedges. the combination of lemon peppery fish and rosemary is fantastic- stumbled upon, my friends, stumbled upon (the combo, not the ingredients). i originally spelled potato with an "e" on the end, as was my custom when i was a kid, and still to this day the vowel somehow makes its way onto the end of that word before i even realize. my mom used to say something parent-like in regards to pedal anatomy.

speaking of the parents, i get to see them this weekend, at least on friday, before making my way westerly to london. also the stinkwad and his fuzzy, cute self will most likely find a way to pee on my leg as if to say, "i missed you. i love you." thank god humans aren't that way inclined. not that there's anything wrong with that.

i was doing the dishes while dinner cooked and remembered this stupid little thing i'd do when i was a kid. whenever we'd visit my aunt who didn't have a dishwasher, i'd either volunteer or be volunteered to do dishes. because i loathe washing dishes, i used to get it over with as quickly as possible and only wash the technically dirty side of the dish. this was a two tier, long-term plan, of course because once a dish (or several) was found with grease still on there, i'd never be asked to do dishes again. as is custom in my family, my bullshit lasted about five minutes and mom cut through it like metamucil with, "dishes have two sides. i'll come inspect them when you're done." drats! foiled again.

tune in tomorrow when i will tell you about the times i ignored the underside of my hair* in favour of a smooth exterior thus ending my long-haired career for many years thereafter.

*rats nest