Be My, Be My, Be My Little Rock And Roll Queen

I am feeling particularly faffy today. I'm guessing it has something to do with there only being two other people in the office this morning. So far we've gossiped about the people who aren't in today, made about 17 coffees and chatted about our upcoming Christmas party. I'm trying to talk myself out of running across the street to Timmy Ho's for donuts. I'm losing the battle.

Thank you for all the Happy Birthday, Hillary's Mom comments. If my mom knew about my blog, I'm sure she'd be tickled to know that you all left her a comment.

I'm not going to faff about the rash because my new tactic is to deny its existence. How can it make me itchy if it's not there? Right? I will say, though, that I did try Jess's suggestion of putting vinegar on it and wow, did that sting like a bitch. Also, I smelled like a bloody chip shop. It did make me laugh afterwards though, so thanks Jess!

Moving on. Last night Shawn and I made pizza for dinner. We didn't have time to make pizza dough so we bought a crust. We are so healthy so we topped it with spinach, red peppers and mushrooms (on Shawn's half):

Then we remembered that we are fat kids so we added chicken breast, bacon, caramelized onions and goats cheese:


We topped it all off with roughly 49 lbs of mozzarella and called it a day.

Best pizza ever.

Stella was going nuts while Shawn grated the cheese. She tried valiantly to get at it but failed. I feel the need to point out the cuteness that is her butt roll. She hasn't yet grown into her skin completely so she still has saggy bits. It brings me joy.

My puppy will do anything for food. Even sit completely still while I try to take photos of her with no flash. I ended up with yellow-tinged photos but at least I didn't get that crazy-possessed-dog-white-eye thing happening.



Happy Friday!