Perhaps I could’ve gotten away with skipping November 1, because I posted on another blog. Could’ve maybe gotten away with November 18, because I wrote it on what was Saturday night to me, even if it was technically Sunday morning. But skipping Nov. 23 and 24 probably disqualifies me for the BIG MONEY…
Gobble Gobble
Schmappy Schmanksgiving. Back to family.
Buon Giorno
Monday dinner: spaghetti with sausage Tuesday lunch: Lean Cuisine lasagna (supplemented with fruit) Tuesday dinner: leftover spaghetti with sausage Wednesday lunch: Lean Cuisine cheese ravioli (and fruit, again) I’m thinking, instead of Jack maybe we should name our baby Giacomo. Perhaps I had a secret affair with a dashing Italian (so secret, even I…
Ships in the Night, Far From Home
During the second half of my year in Australia, I worked in a coffee bar/restaurant on the Corso at Manly Beach called Bar Cirella. I made smoothies and cappuccinos and fresh carrot juice, carried plates of scrambled eggs and pasta arrabiatta, scooped tasty gelato into crispy cones and misbehaving children OUT of potted plants, and timidly…
Nerves
6:15 pm, at work. My heart is thumping, sweat is pooling in my bra, my fingers are jittery and throwing out losts off typoss. Why? Oh, just another fun disciplinary action I’m waiting to dole out, to a night shift girl for being late. Who is, fittingly, 15 minutes late now and counting. I hate…