My life according to Phil
Friday, September 7th, 2007Phil called me his Soux Chef for last night's Mexican party. Apparently all it takes to be a soux chef is to do what you're told and not b****, which I am generally quite good at. Too bad I kept wandering off. Hahaha. It was fun. Although I think next time I am bringing my own knife. Not that I'm a knife snob. At least my knife-snobbishness is nowhere near the level of camera-snobbishness I possess. Heh.
Although I'm happy I will soon be gifting the empty household with a futon that was supposed to go to an ungrateful cow who never picked it up and somehow blamed it on me that they didn't think to call before showing up at my doorstep at the crack of dawn on a day I wasn't home.
Lunch time's over!