“15 minutes of singing practice” has now been added to my points list. And a good thing too. I call myself a soprano, but it’s a bit like calling myself a blonde… once upon a time, yes, but no more. My range has dwindled dramatically through lack of practice., and getting to a high F in “Bilbo’s Last Song” is proving to be a squeaky endeavor. So Helpdesk Man and I spent half an hour last night doing vocal exercises and going through our respective songs, and it was a Good Thing. The snortlepig is somewhat in awe of this new practice, but joins in gamely.
So this morning I was making a meal plan (1 point) and decided to invite Helpdesk Man’s sister and her husband over for dinner (3 points). Problem is, they can only make it tomorrow night. So I need to come up with a gluten-free menu post-haste… I was thinking lasagna (assuming I can find gluten-free lasagna sheets) and pots de creme. Only pots de creme can be a tad dodgy, setting only according to their own sweet whim, and I’d have to go shopping tomorrow morning for chocolate and mince and things. Also, now I come to think of it, the dining room table is covered with the contents of the sewing room, which is as yet unpainted. Feh. This is why I don’t entertain.
Anyway, the question is: would you rather die 100 miles from civilization, or in a public bathroom?
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