This made me laugh so much I got stomach ache today. And it led me to this which is nearly as fabulous. And every time I look at them in happens again. Argh! Can't laugh any more! Hurts too much!
The best sculpted dip ever
As if that weren't enough joy, my darling Violet is back from her holiday and has brought me this picture which is making sweet love to my eyes.
It's a hummous man! The face details are made from pepper and olives. Look at his sweetly pleading expression. "Pliz to eat hoomoos man? Pliz? I iz deleeeshos" he is saying. Now. We didn"t have a 'middle eastern spread sculpting' category in this year's fête did we? BIG oversight. Watch out in 2009.
The CFO came back from a winetasting at a supermarket last night, where I had requested he buy moth spray (yeah, yeah. Bite me David on your crepe soled heels). He came home around 8, and banged into several things before curling up in a corner of the sofa with a bowl of crisps.
"Ah; I asked them for anti-mouette by mistake".
"You asked them for SEAGULL spray? This is your fucking language! Freak."
"There was wine. Can I sleep now?"
"Fine. But I'm feeding the moths your birthday jumpers. They demand a sacrifice."
(Can anyone work out what film we were watching? Because we didn't have a clue. French tv news had just featured a ten minute report on an outsized salmon that had been caught near Perpignan (because financial apocalypse comes a poor second to large fish, obviously) and we were desperate)
"Seriously that is a piss poor alien. It's going to have to do better than waving its hoover tubes around if it wants to take over the world"
"It's just a big a tripod with a fusil (shotgun). It's in a film with Tom Cruise. It has no chance. It wouldn't even get past the security at Tom Cruise's HOUSE"
"Right, so now it's put Tom Cruise in a giant colander. Sound plan."
"More of a tea ball, no?"
"What the fuck? Why is he holding paper clips? He killed it with large stationery?"
I want to go back to infant school...
"Did you have a nice day, Fingers?"
"I rode on a tractor and I was the first one to scratch the pig and the papa goat was very smelly because he did pipi on the maman goat and we put creme fraîche and a marble in a thing and shook it really really hard and it turned into butter and I squeezed the cows nipple and tasted the milk and it was délicieux and on the bus we did singing and the white goat was very very mignonne"
[I should emphasise that this is absolutely out of character. Fingers fears that if he utters more than about 5 words a day, he will betray vital secrets of national importance]
.. but not to primary school
"How about you Lashes?"
"You forgot my goûter, I didn't have my gym kit, I got hit by a football and the big boys laughed, Madame gave me a punition for using crayon de couleur instead of crayon ordinaire and I'm in charge of the days of the week and EVERYONE LAUGHED because I mixed up jeudi and mardi"
Coming up this weekend on Belgian Waffle:
A death match between a sponge and some pipe cleaners
We test out the CFO's parents' cocktail shaker recipes
I apologise to Brussels for not choosing it as my favourite city