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So you know that I have done nothing but whine incessently over the past few months about the heat. We have been suffering from draught-like conditions and it has caused a lot of concern of late. And it's also caused a lot of fires.

It's one thing to be The Food Whore. It's another thing entirely to be The Sweaty Whiney Crabby Bitch of a Food Whore.

So I am home to shower and get ready to go serve my trick tonight for 300 people.

The event, by the way, was planned for outside.

I saw "was" because it's raining.

And I don't mean it's a lovely little sprinkle to freshen the air and water the grass.

I mean it's pouring so hard you can't see when you drive.

It's coming down so heavy that there's a van parked out front and the sign on the door says, "Noah's Ark Builders".

And I just saw two dogs pass by my window and had to open my door so two spiders could make their way out.

So I went out to the even site to make sure things were still on, and they are. But they moved it to a barn (yes, barn) at the edge of the property. It's no longer a working barn, but it's a barn just the same. The Bride & Groom already got married last month at a beautiful overseas locale. So their spirits are good, though they both had a glass of wine in their hand so I have to think that helped a bit.

So I am off to get dressed and head out the door.

Now...where did I put those barn boots.
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Posted by Foodwhore at August 21, 2004 01:43 PM