Last night I dreamt I went to jail for over-cooking a leg of lamb. Seriously, the guests called the police, and I WENT tO jail. You should never EVER over-cook a leg of lamb, or go to jail. Jail was HORRIBLE. Franco and I went for dinner last night, I asked him to order the seafood salad for me (he's Italian, it's just easier) and WHAT arrives at the table? An entire plate of seafood, no salad. "Francoooo, I said the salad. Yes, I know, but salad isn't dinner, salad is for lunch." Oh my gosh, he can be so annoying. So I finish eating that, the waitress clears it away and comes out with an enormous plate of butternut ravioli with rocket, prawns and Parmesan cheese. Ummm. Franco, you imbecile, what is THIS? I didn't ask for this. "Haha, what mean... IMbecile, I like, wha' mean?" It means idiot, you IMBECILE, you know I don't eat pasta. "Yeah yeah but we are out for dinner so it's okay, just have a few pieces, I take the rest, my plan". Talk about sabotage, what's he playing at? Good thing he paid for it all, yeah, how bad did I feel THEN? In other news, look how long mah hurrrr is... how did THAT happen? (Oh, I know, I didn't go to the hairdresser in over a year). And look how pouty I'm being too, and look how I've totally edited that photo, you're right, well spotted. I thought pouting was a ridiculous university phase, it wasn't, it creeps back when I least expect it.
Next week there's going to be a similar picture, but my hair will be blondier. And, if Franco wasn't kidding, it might be bright orange. He says at dinner: "so you say me I tell the hairdresser you like orange carrot hair?" Yeah, funny one. "I'm joking, I just tell him more light brown and a few yellow" (?!%#*?!). I wish I found that funny , I really do, now I'm going to have to find a new hairdresser because who KNOWS what he told him. Okay, enough ridiculous talk.
