Actually Duck

Today I was lazy.

I got my eyebrows waxed (yay mom advice), creeped in bookstores and got run out of an irish clothing store by the most aggressively helpful clerk I've yet to make the acquaintance of. Nightmares of her will ensue, in rapid and unintelligible french.

I then went to dance class, where we worked on tango. I dislike tango. Being the proud possessor of small but in the way feet means that it is far too easy to render said feet useless. Particularly whilst dancing the tango.

But we also worked on salsa, which was fun. I wore a flippy skirt, which is ideal. Childish amusements.

Afterwards I went home, watched TED talks with french subtitles (the translations are hilarious), wrote a poem about a monster, took pictures of my doodles and wrote letters.

Got asked at dinner what I thought of the meat and potato dish we were eating. When I said the roastbeef was delicious, I was informed it was actually duck.

It was delicious.