I bought it yesterday when I was Downtown, from a cute little bakery across the street from the restaurant that uses the oil in their dishes. Pastabilities is the name. I swear to all that is holy, Pastabilities will be the one thing that will bring me to my knees and have me begging for mercy. Pastabilities will be the restaurant that will crumble my dream of losing weight.
There has to be cocaine in that oil. It's just too addictive to not have cocaine in it.
Oh dear God I'm drooling. [via syracuse.com] |
Sorry, I just got off on a tangent. It's Father's Day!
I've said this before, I absolutely love my Dad. I think he's awesome. Because he really is. And luckily, it was a GORGEOUS day today (something very rare, let me tell you). So a nice day at Eve's house involves five things:
1. Barbecue, delicious delicious barbecue.
2. Molson Canadian beer. For those of legal age. We here don't operate no underage bar/brothel, ya dig?
3. Classic rock playing in the background.
4. Serious pool time, swimming. This also always involves me pushing pretty much everyone in. MUAHAHA.
Pretty much. [via masterfile] |
And today (and for the rest of time), there was a sixth crucial factor to today's backyard extravaganza: Lucy.
Oh Lucy, how I loveth thee.
She's just so beautiful. [via wikoshop] |
Gary...I love you. |
I'm entertained. |
AND IT WAS.
YUP. BASK IN ITS GLORY. [via myfatcubanfamily] |
Well I'm going to go bake a pie now. Mostly out of boredom. Slash I want to see how Lucy can photograph food. Mmm.
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