I’ve seen horrific Facebook status updates over the four-or-so years that I’ve been a user. One time I saw someone write “my husband came home and caught me doing the frug & the watoosie in the living room”, which is really quite thrilling to the imagination.
My own status updates yesterday, were as follows:
Edit like a bastard, Desk sandwich lunch, edit like a bastard. Ignore husband. Edit like a bastard. Merlot. Some days are diamonds, some days are stones. Enjoy. (10am)
Creamy little curried prawn chowder on the go. Alone (save for the farting dog). Peace reigns. So does Liz Windsor, yacking in my ear like there’s no tomorrow. #shesfullofginsheis. (5.30pm)
My husband came home unexpectedly and ate half my prawn chowder. Dang! (7pm)
I’ll send you the recipe for the chowder, but I must dash now, to breakfast at Scusi with some fabulous gals.
And, on the subject of breakfast, on this day in 1924 Henry Mancini was born. Oscar winning music composer, he wrote many songs and film scores, including the score for ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’. (foodreference.com)
I think I’ll wear my pearls …