Five Friday Fasties
March 12, 2010emily 1 Comment »All three of the cats threw up in the house in the same week, recently, at different times, which is funny because… wait, it’s not funny.
I haven’t gotten a haircut since August. By November it was relatively easy to say that it was because money was tight since John was unemployed. Now I’m forced to admit that it’s just because I’m lazy.
I finished overhauling one of my chapters this week in four days. Four! Days! That’s pretty much a record for me, so I’m going to go ahead and take a bow. Of course, now that I’m starting my next task, I’m staring at the computer screen going, “wait, what?”
On a related note, I’m holding a funeral for Spring Break 2010 this weekend. You’re all invited to join me, of course, and those who want to say a few words will be more than welcome to do so.
The word “fasties” up there reminds me of when we were in England, seeing signs all over Bath for “Cornish Pasties,” a delicious savory lunch menu item. Pasties, in that sense, is pronounced with a short ‘a,’ as in fast or crash or alley. And how much do I wish someone had been there to explain that to me? Because believe me when I say, you do *not* want to be the only person chortling about “Cornish Pasties,” thinking that it’s pronounced with a long ‘a,’ as in state or day or, well, pasties.
Posted on March 12th, 2010 at 4:45 pm
I would have been giggling right along with you. Cornish Pasties! {Giggle, giggle, snort.}