J’aime Francais.

Last night I saw a documentary about Julia Child and was so inspired by it that today I purchased what are considered two of the most important and I daresay it revolutionary cookbooks ever published in the United States: “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” Volumes 1 & 2, in hardcover, in their dusty 1960s editions. “New,” these books retail for $40 each, but I got them used, so I only forked over $16 for the both of them. Yay! Coq au vin!

Tomorrow I shall be offline much of the day as I must attend a glorious and riveting eight hours of training for a new work-related process. I’ll be in a different building than usual, this one in the financial district, which means my lunch choices will be broadened by 500%, but the meeting will also be “catered.” If that means yet more cafeteria food, or worse, North Beach Pizza, then I am going to pass.

Maybe I’ll try to have lunch with Kuda…. Kuda? You there?

The Coach handbag I got recently (patchwork tote), which I am totally loving, has completely sold out everywhere. And that is my shopping whore gloat of the day! La la la.

Brian is working late again tonight. I MISS MY HUSBAND. I miss his awesomeness. His sparkly bloo eyes. His sensual dancing. Come home soon, dear.