Hubby-isms: Update

While lying in bed, the hubby and I were talking about dreams and deja vu. I told him about a vivid dream that years later, became a reality. His response was:

"Hey! Maybe you have...you know...P..S..."

"Three?" I chuckle.

"No!" He says indignantly. "P-S-I!"

Restaurant Review: Le Trou Normande

As an early birthday celebration, the hubby wanted to take me out for dinner. We defaulted to the Yorkville area because of traffic and were stuck with the conundrum of which ritzy patio to rest our middle class bottoms in. Sassafraz seemed the obvious choice, with it's lively patio, and solid, if snooty, reputation. But something else beckoned. Dilapitated iron arches and a yellowed menu board somehow promised more. The only sign of life was a simple table lain with white cloth and a few empty display bottles of wine. Peeking down this corridor between buildings, I could glimpse a lone table by a picture window lit by a single candle.
"I want to go there." I said decidedly. "Are you sure?" the hubby asks. He is very wary of places that are old, and quiet which spells stale food and possible salmonella to him. Simply put, it was OLD. The rave reviews framed on the walls were from the 70's and 80's. That smell of old cooking oil permeated the place and the decor spoke of a glorious past that has faded like the yellowed wallpaper. Nonetheless, we took the table with the single candle and hoped for the best. It did not disappoint. French classics like frog legs were spicy and delicious. Escargots were decent and our meaty mains of duck and red deer were perfect. The creme brulee was the best I've ever had and I had a chance to finally try a glass of armangnac (buuuurns!). All in all, a great experience despite it's crumbling facade. If you want to be utterly alone in a fine French restaurant, it's a great bet. Go before they go bankrupt. (Written in April 2010)

In my heart...

My friend, whom I work with, is a rare and wonderful breed of person. Funny, positive, down to earth, and incredibly caring. Only two years older than myself, she managed to start and run a boy's orphanage in Ghana. This is something many of us say we'll do IF we win the 649. Anyhoo, she and I were having a conversation about the differences between the attitudes between developed and undeveloped nations and she related this story to me;

The boys often get snippets of information about the west and wanted to ask her to verify them. They asked her, "Is it true that men sometimes want to become women so they cut their penis off?" She replied, "Yes. Some men are born men but in their heart, they are really women. They then might get surgery to become women."

After some contemplation, another asked: "Is it true that there is a woman who gave birth to 8 babies at the same time?" She replied, "Yes. She used fertility drugs and she had eight babies."

After a moment's thought, the boy replied, "Oh, I see. So in her heart, she wasn't a woman. She was a pig."

Hot Men: George St. Pierre

There really isn't much I need to say in regards to George St. Pierre that "Of No Import" hasn't already said. After our recent UFC 111 party though, all I can add is that the man looks good in clothes and out of them.