There's No Place Like Home

Thank-goodness, my nearly impossible and certainly interminable day has ended. Only two more sunless, lifeless office days until my fantastic four day weekend, one day to be spent with my darling man Camote and the rest with my only man Mr. Almost Poshlust. (due to the fact Mr. Almost Poshlust is taking a rather untimely and apparently quite festive business trip to what might as well be another part of the world.. Calgary.)

I've bought myself a rather startling new hat.. pictures to be posted later. It's winter I say, and bollocks to anyone who doesn't know how to bundle up attractively. Or at least with a sense of humour. *laughing* Cause baby, it's cold outsite.

We're having a fabulous dinner tonight, our weekly homage to being vegetarian sympathizers, goat cheese, strawberry, toasted almonds with a balsamic vinegar, garlic and olive oil dressing, with sliced baked potatoes covered in garlic and rosemary and pepper and olive oil, dipped in Sour Suprem. (Our near sour cream and saving grace for a lactose intolerant posh household.) Let me know if you want the recipes, they're tasty to the enth degree.

Mr. Poshlust is tuning the guitar and my paints are calling, so so long little blogettes, Ms. Poshlust and her hat are off and running!