Went to brunch today at Tex and Florette's. Florette made some ab(solutely)fab(ulous) French toast. There was a bit of orange juice in the batter. So it was a tasty masterpiece of my favorite breakfast (mmmmmm French toast). Then Miss Florette showed me the totally groovy cookbook she got it from. It was put together by the wives of professors and deans at the University of Florida.
The best part of it was that there were suggested menus. All planned out and ready to go! Florette pointed it out to me. I was delighted.
The second best part of it was that lunch was called luncheon. How cool is that?!
Now why in the world would I have titled this entry "jealousy"? You must see the splendor of the home of Tex and Florette. A lovely, well-appointed kitchen, a living room with two (or three) story ceilings, and a wood stove to keep it all cozy. And they're organized and stuff so that it's like visiting the house of a grown up.
So I'm jealous.
But! Today, it's a week or so after a wicked wind storm, there are odd water marks appearing in small patches on the ceiling and walls. They aren't gushing or anything; it's not like the Amityville horror, either. There are just little patches of water-remnants.
And why am I telling you this? Well, I do like to tell people lots of things, but Tex and Florette rent this lovely abode and they don't have to repair it. But the people who do own the lovely abode are responsible for repairing it.
And so I have mixed emotions of victory and jealousy. Jealousy--I have to fix my house. Their house is neat and clean. Victory--The house I have to fix is mine and so it can be as messy as I want.
Posted by dotty at November 16, 2003 11:45 PMYou are a bad, bad person.
Posted by: Rt Hon Doug Less at November 17, 2003 06:42 PM