Ok, it's not true Friday 55 but...I have about 4000 little word magnets all over my fridge. It's called Magnetic Poetry. I keep a little notebook out there so I can record whatever people come up with. Sometimes there are very lovely little poems, sometimes things get quite bizarre (current example: 'elephants can fly up your butt when you are not looking' courtesy Isaac). I've noticed a theme among mine....see if you can identify it.
have tiny dress size
I want to swim in
a thousand pounds of
luscious, dark, smooth
Let it smear my skin and hair.
run your fingers lightly through my hair
let its darkness fall over your hand
like liquid chocolate.
Well, I've done all manner of complaining the last couple of days. It's not all due to Blogger. There have been a number of highly irritating things going on here at House of Lime and I've been all too happy to let anyone know who will listen what my list of grievances were. Doesn't that make me a fun person to be around! (Thank you Renny and Lacquer for the gentle reminders in comments to not be so miserable) Good thing it's Friday and time for Da Count (thank YOU, Lecram!)...and none too late.
Nothing profound or moving here this week but after a long, irritating week and much grouchiness I was reminded Mr. Lime would not be home last night until near bed time. I had one sick Limelette with little or no appetite and two others who I just knew were going to be in a foul mood over dinner no matter what it was. Cooking was not going to be worth the effort. We scavenged for leftovers and then I made this. Go look, right now. I'll wait...
All done? Good. Now the stuff may be called Upside Down Chocolate Pudding but I am renaming it 'Sex on a Plate' because it's that good. (Bless you, Trinigourmet, for sharing this!) All warm and gooey and sweet and sticky and chocolatey...mmmmmmmmmm...excuse me, I think I need a private moment here....Oh, sorry. I got distracted there. Anyway, the stuff was a hit. Everyone was happy as the house filled with the smell and then as they scarfed it all down.
I built a fire in the fireplace, curled up under my favorite woolly blanket on the couch and breathed a sigh of relief. So this week I am counting folks who give gentle encouragement to be a better person, a crackling fire, a warm blanket, and the rejuvenating power of melty, warm chocolate all over my face and fingers......mmmm......excuse me...that's soooo good!
Have a great weekend.