Skirt is good. Dog is good. Weather is cold. I believed the weather man (girl? person? disembodied voice on the radio?) when they said “fog then 15 degrees and fine”. So: skirt. And strappy shoes. What does this mean, when you are me? Weather = “fog then 8 degrees and more fog”. Melbourne: 4 seasons in one day, as long as all of them are winter.
I made the most tasteless dinner ever last night. I don’t know how you can bugger up roast chicken, but the gravy was tasteless and the vegetables were tasteless. Damn it. Chicken was good though.
Speaking of food, I got a new delivery in my ongoing Revolting Food swap. Have I mentioned this here? A friend and I buy each other revolting foods and (usually) send them to each other in the mail. It started with a Blueberry Freddo driving to Moe: one is just as bad as the other. They don’t make Blueberry Freddos anymore, but Moe still exists. I guess. Anyway. Last week I sent her a Spam Single, which is (as it sounds) a single serve slab of Spam in a foil pouch. I know. Awesome. But today I received a box containing a jar of Fluff, which is that scary marshmallow stuff that spells America to us jaded southern hemisphere types. Fluff! It’s like a giant marshmallow, shoved into a jar! And you’re supposed to put it on sandwiches!
So now I have diabetes. But I can cross “fluffernutter” off my list of things to eat.