as i stepped into the forty-first year of my life, i found myself happy. it might be a delusion; i might be fooling myself, seeing the situation i've landed in. but as long as it lasts i'll enjoy it.

frank cooked me some delicious barbecue shrimp, one of my favorite things, and incidentally one of the least healthy stuff i ever laid my fingers on. to make it you need butter, shrimp (heads on), butter, lots of black pepper, butter, paprika, garlic, butter, butter, worcestershire sauce, butter, lemon juice, salt, and butter. it has nothing to do with a grill or barbecue sauce.

and i made meself an ultimate chocolate cake. it may not look much, but it's sure heavenly. there is chocolate in the dry ingredient, chocolate in the wet ingredient, and chocolate in the iceing. i think i might have to spend the rest of my 40's on a permanently diet.