Today is Labour Day in America. The day where we honour labourers everywhere. Not Labradors. Although I suppose those could be honoured.
I’m bound for the UK tomorrow evening. It’s a ten hour flight direct from San Diego to London and from there I’m in a car to Bristol. There was a bit of discussion on whether I was going to do Coach or Train. Well, after looking at the timeline and how many planes, trains and cabs I’d end up taking, I went with a car because it cut about two hours off of the trip. Which means less time lugging baggage from the terminal to the station then to the cab then to the hotel.
It’s funny how certain things really make or break a decision. For me, it was time spent in a moving metal box. So… wooot. See? My life is so exciting.
Even more exciting? I’m writing this on Sunday night. Watching Expendables 3 while waiting for the rice to finish cooking. I made a red Hawaiian salt, garlic and pepper dry rub and tossed beef cubes into it. Braised those and now just waiting on the rice. Did laundry ALL day. Okay so I also apparently am here to run the cat’s ears. Because you know… cat.
Tam is this particular cat. The one with diabetes. He’s an ear scritch whore.
Wesley Snipes is such an overactor.
You know that adage that says if you burn yourself the meal will be good? Then the beef will be great because I somehow got an oil splash on the underside of my left arm. Go figure.
Whatcha all up to this morning?