cracking up in ’05

In the last week:

I participated in a three course meal for six people created from one ostrich egg. One ostrich egg is apparently equivalent to 20-22 regular chicken eggs and requires a chisel to crack it open. There were pancakes with smoked salmon and dill and hollandaise sauce, a quiche (of course) with salad and a lovely meringue-based dessert. Yum.

I received a phone message stating: “Hello, it’s [inaudible] here from[inaudible]. I’ve got that nutcracker you ordered. It’s available if you still want it. Let me know.” Nutcracker? What nutcracker?

My poor wee beastie did such a damage chasing a C. A. T. that she’s cracked (or fractured really) a bone in her foot. There’s splints, bandages, an Elizabethan collar, an expensive operation tomorrow to wire the bone together and one very sad and sorry dog in need of many pats and cuddles.

Happy new year, everyone!