Have strayed from the path of righteousness, and fallen off the veggy wagon. Polished off the leftovers of No.1's spag carbonara, instead of a second round of yesterday's scorched bean stew (renamed Mandi's Smokey Fasolada).
In defence of self, am Mistress of Carbonara. And tucking into bean stew two days running may get me reported to UN for contravening international treaties restricting use of chemical weapons. Will dive into vat of green tea in penance.
Work, work, work. They keep sending me work to do (don't they know it's nearly the weekend?), so will be tapping away well past 'Gray's Anatomy' for fear of getting behind (thus being rumbled for a charlatan and summarily dismissed as worthless slacker without a smidge of talent).
Now, No.1 expects me to help him with homework. Doesn't he KNOW I'm a gibbering idiot?
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