There are two kinds of boys who join the Army: the ones who think it will be hell, and the ones who think it will be a lark. Guess which sort whinge more during basic training? You can think about everything in life like that, and things get easier when you do. Imagine the worst and you are almost always pleasantly surprised.
That holiday to Mallorca you mean to take - well, it'll probably rain the whole time, and you'll have a miserable cold, and someone will steal your camera. No? What? You mean mean it was sunny and you only had a bit of a headache and you got a great photo of - oh, what do they have in Mallorca? Rafael Nadal? That's brilliant!
I wouldn't say I'm a pessimist (although perhaps I should say that), but I do often find it easier to dwell on the more gloomy of all possible futures, sometimes to the point where I don't even see I'm doing it until the bright side walks up and smacks me in the face.
Which is an extremely roundabout way to say that I think I'd actually managed to forget couples go out and do things on Valentine's Day until I got this from Lestrade:
And then I laughed for about five minutes while trying to explain to Sherlock why it was so funny.
We will apparently be going on an ironic date; I'll let you know how it goes.
For now here is the lemon glaze recipe, and I think I do have a photo of the pink hearts, but my mobile is refusing to cough it up. I'll get Mycroft to look at it later.
Lemon Glaze
icing sugar
lemon juice
pink or red food coloring (assuming you want pink hearts)
Combine all of the above until it is as thick and pink as you want it.
...Look I've retyped that sentence five times and let me assure you there is no way to make it not sound dirty.
That holiday to Mallorca you mean to take - well, it'll probably rain the whole time, and you'll have a miserable cold, and someone will steal your camera. No? What? You mean mean it was sunny and you only had a bit of a headache and you got a great photo of - oh, what do they have in Mallorca? Rafael Nadal? That's brilliant!
I wouldn't say I'm a pessimist (although perhaps I should say that), but I do often find it easier to dwell on the more gloomy of all possible futures, sometimes to the point where I don't even see I'm doing it until the bright side walks up and smacks me in the face.
Which is an extremely roundabout way to say that I think I'd actually managed to forget couples go out and do things on Valentine's Day until I got this from Lestrade:
And then I laughed for about five minutes while trying to explain to Sherlock why it was so funny.
We will apparently be going on an ironic date; I'll let you know how it goes.
For now here is the lemon glaze recipe, and I think I do have a photo of the pink hearts, but my mobile is refusing to cough it up. I'll get Mycroft to look at it later.
Lemon Glaze
icing sugar
lemon juice
pink or red food coloring (assuming you want pink hearts)
Combine all of the above until it is as thick and pink as you want it.
...Look I've retyped that sentence five times and let me assure you there is no way to make it not sound dirty.
12 comments:
It's only dirty because you're thinking about your ironic date which you will be having ironically on Valentine's day and it'd definitely be ironic if you celebrated it in the traditional ironic way. Ironically of course.
Sigh. I know. Ironic, isn't it? ;)
It's like rain on your wedding day! Or not. :P Happy Valentine's! Have a wonderful ironic date with Lestrade. <3
Ha. Mycroft wanted to know what you were talking about so I played him the song on youtube. He is now composing a strongly worded letter to Ms Morisette informing her the correct use of the word ironic.
I would say 'Tell us all about it!' regarding the date...but as Sherlock and Mycroft read this, perhaps not!! Have a lovely time, anyway. Hope your icing is indeed just as thick and pink as Lestrade likes it.
Oh, and further to my question regarding Lestrade and any possibly Italian heritage, see if he blushes a little when reading this (purely as a test of his linguistic skills, you understand!)
Lestrade, se per caso sei italiano, tanto peggio per l'Italia e tanto meglio per noi! Comunque, saresti stato un gran figo con la divisa dei Carabinieri!
(And if neither of you two can read it, I'm sure Mycroft can translate more accurately than any online software. Don't worry, it's nothing a 12 yr old shouldn't see!)
xx
Mycroft's adorable, but I'm afraid many people have pointed that out to her and she still sings the song. And prescriptive linguistics is no longer hip. ;)
But rain on your wedding day actually IS kind of ironic (from wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn: irony - incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs) because it's supposedly good luck, except that, yeesh, what crappy luck to have rain on your wedding day, especially if you have an outdoor wedding!
Anon 1 - I think my icing is perfect, thank you. ;)
Anon 2 (or possibly the same anon?) - Lestrade says re: your Italian that the uniform wouldn't suit him and he couldn't stand the weather there. Assuming he means Italy, I have to say he's clearly mad.
Lupe - Mycroft says to tell you that being correct is always hip. I did wait till he was out of the room to giggle.
tiamat - Is it good luck? I never knew, hm. February in London is clearly the optimal time for it then.
Yeah, I am the same anon, 1 and 2.
The uniform suits everyone, FACT. And at least that answers my question of before. Romantic, good looking and he can speak Italian? I don't know how you let him out of your sight!
(Sorta agree with him re: the weather though. It's okay for a bit, but when the zanzari are at their most vicious, and you have to work through siesta, it's kinda horrible!)
Too damn much sun, if you ask me. And I don't *really* speak it - I muddle by with the bits and pieces my great grandmother taught me. She lived to be 106 because, she said, of the three espressos she drank every day. Her fault I started drinking coffee at the age of seven - don't listen to anyone who says it stunts your growth.
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