Chocolate tarts all in a row.
(Cupcake Wench Christmas 2012)
A couple weeks ago a friend asked me to shoot his surprise proposal. His plan was to take the girl out to “meet some friends”. Then he’d excuse himself to the bathroom, change into his suit, and have the waitstaff tell the girl their friends had arrived and were waiting for her upstairs.
I guess she thought he was taking too long. :)
(She still said yes.)
Yesterday a company told us, “we’re on Pembroke Street, a quarter mile from Zen.”
Now I don’t know about you, but I suck at visually measuring miles, or any parts thereof. But I was in the area so I went looking.
Know where I found them? Opposite the jail.
No, they’re surprisingly not a PR agency.
Did you get a new tablet for Christmas? iPad? Kindle? Android?
If you use two-step verification for Gmail you probably need to do a few things to get your mail working:
You should be good to go.
Steven Pressfield, The War of Art
Sometimes it’s fun to just wander around, camera in hand. It’s been a very long time since I’ve done that in Arima but it was worth it. I need to do it again soon.
If I tried to make a meal by “using up what’s in the fridge” it’d probably end up being a scoop of mayo, a couple slices of stale bread of potentially antediluvian origins and some reheated sardine bones.
When my wife does it we get red sweet peppers stuffed with spicy couscous and cheddar and asiago cheese. Which thoroughly kicked ass.
“Using up what’s in the fridge” means we only had two sweet peppers. :(