Out for coffee with Karen last night, she asked me what I had made for dinner. "I sliced up some chicken breast, Shaked and Baked that sucker. Chucked some frozen McCain redskin fries into the oven and stuck a bottle of ketchup on the table, called it done."
"Yum! But I'd be enjoying cinematography all night."
Turns out, Shake and Bake gives her super-intense action-adventure dreams. "I wake up completely exhausted."
I nearly fell over laughing.
Last weekend my Dad turned 75, and we threw a big, fancy party for him. After all the guests had gone, Oscar Peterson still tickling the ivories on the hi-fi (how's that for history?), my daughter took a turn around the parquet with Dad. It was maybe my favourite moment of the whole party.
Happy Birthday Dad!