Before I ramble, I just want to say that I LOVED your comments on yesterday’s post. It was interesting to hear different people’s perspectives on writing and why some people love it while others have a harder time. It seems to me that the fact that I don’t consider myself a good writer takes away the whole “I’m too critical of my writing” writer’s blocker. If you write like you don’t give a rat’s ass it makes the process a whole lot easier.
On that note, let’s talk!
I would like to introduce you all to Petunia aka the love of my life. She is a 10 week old English Bulldog that lives in my building. I may or may not be her stalker. I also may or may not hang out in the lobby of our building waiting for her to go for a walk. Ang told me she’s calling the cops on me because clearly I’m a dog snatcher in the making…I’m not gonna deny this.
Have you seen these ridiculously delicious smelling candles from the Food Network?! My house currently smells like Sunday Morning Pancakes. Despite my attempts at budgeting, I spent wayyy too much on candles at Blue Banana in Kensington Market.
On Wednesday I was invited by the wonderful people at iYellow Wine Club to a wine tasting for Stoneleigh’s new wines and an oyster shucking lesson. I was having a fabulous time, but shortly after this photo was taken things went majorly downhill. I think I either had a bad oyster or an allergic reaction of sorts because suddenly I got really hot, dizzy and my chest tightened up and I had to run outside to get some air (in the pouring rain). And later that night I broke out into a rash. Please don’t tell me I suddenly developed an allergy to oysters?!?! KILL ME NOW. p.s. Zan I still feel horrible for leaving you!!!
Has anyone else had a sudden allergic reaction to oysters or am I just nuts?! What song have you had on repeat?