ummm…like Mr. Diva™ might need some. See, dinner was divine.
Crostino (Fresh Toasted Panne Bread with Proscuitto, Mozzarella and Sauteed Mushrooms in a Butter Sauce). If food is better than sex, this appetizer would be my orgasm–really).
Veal Marsala (Hand-fed Veal with Mushrooms in a Brown Sauce).
Even the kids were pretty well-behaved.
Back to the stitches. Ok, so Mr. Diva™ and I carried up the 27 Christmas boxes to the attic…all seems to be going well. And then I left Mr. Diva™ to carry up the Christmas Tree all by himself. Big. Mistake.
Apparently, Mr. Diva banged his big head into the attic rafters….he’s bleeding lots. Dumb Mr. Diva. He should have listened to me when I suggested we build a walk-in attic during the renovations four years ago. It’s dangerous for anyone over 5 foot to venture in there.
Will Christmas ever end at my house? Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!!!
And the worst part about it is he’s only carried the 2 smaller parts of the Christmas Tree are up into the attic. He still has to get the largest (and heaviest) part into the attic. I’ll give him a month.
Oh wait. The cleaning girl is coming tomorrow. Guess what she and I will be doing?
Heck, I guess I shouldn’t complain…he could be physically challenged and poor, KWIM? I had better stop making fun of him. But it’s just so hard when you come from a family where the men can move mountains and you marry a pencil pusher.
Did I mention he’s going to Vegas where he’ll be having dinner with the Tahari Brothers? Let’s see if Mr. Diva even mentions his wife is launching her new boys’ clothing line.