Oatmeal, raisins, walnuts, a touch of brown sugar and cinnamon. Would you eat that for breakfast? I totally would. And if it came in cookie form, well all the better for less washing up!
I’m not a fan of home delivery. It’s not that I don’t like getting into my pjs mid-afternoon, slapping a mud mask on my face and having someone bring my food to my door. I mean, that would almost be like I had my own minions! Except that this one wouldn’t be mine. And in all likelihood, they wouldn’t be small and yellow.
One of the main reasons people who don’t ‘get’ Twitter don’t like it is because they don’t think you can get a message across in 140 characters or less. Another reason is because they’re probably too far removed from Generation Me! Me! Me! to fully appreciate narcissism.
I’ve been AWOL from my blog for six full weeks. Why the hiatus? Well, on 27 December, Panu and I got married. On 2 February, we celebrated with friends. About three days after that, we made a baby.
Ok, so we didn’t make a baby yet per se, it’s still gestating (urgh, I hate that word) but that was pretty much the beginning of the undoing of Catty the Food Blogger, and the introduction of Catty who basically doesn’t want to eat food, cannot stand smelling food and oh, even photos of food? Yes, even they make her want to throw up.
“Cat, what’s wrong with you?” – this is the first thing my co-worker says to me on a conference call yesterday. Nice way to open a conversation right? “What are you talking about?” I retort, sort of curious but mostly panicked that he had in fact found out about all the things that are wrong with me. “You haven’t blogged in two weeks and your instagram feed… well, it’s boring!”
Wow, way to insult someone who’s like, so proud of their instagram feed.
