the evening was a raging success - the foodie asked for seconds, the non-foodie ate everything on his plate in a slow and methodical way that put our sow-like scarfling to shame, and everyone had a lovely time. if mr. monkey fails to get a promotion, ** he cannot blame me at all.
*as part of my tough grrrl self preservation technique, i walk like a gorilla when walking alone after dark. it's supposed to say to possible assailants that i am tough, fierce and really like bananas, all of which causes them to have second thoughts, cause have you ever smelled banana breath? dude, it's as bad as coffee and almost as bad as cheese.
**mr. monkey would kill me if i got him a promotion. he's discovering as the years roll on, that he has little interest in a Career, Networking For Success, or Climbing Corporate Ladders. i suspect he'd be really happy making pottery and most likely good at it. he's got that patience thing going, and a natural kindness to clay.***
***no, i don't know what i'm talking about. but it sounded good. come on, admit it!