J has been home sick

J has been home sick almost all week. This is really saying something, because this is a guy who would hobble through a blizzard in a blackout on two broken legs to an empty office because he feels lazy otherwise. His sinuses are filled up and he’s been wheezing around for a couple days, hoping to regain his strength so he can attend what is the closest thing to heaven on earth for him: Comic-Con 2006. I’m not sure he could get any more excited for any event ever. If there were some sort of chocolate convention going on next door he might never come home. Hmm. Mike Mignola better not have any chocolate.

I’ve been popping AirBorne like crazy, trying to keep his cold away from me. I’m too busy for sick! I have things to do, people to see, massages to get (more on that later…). Last night I was busy making pans of margarita bars, a twist on my famous lemon bars that include lots of lime and a bit of flaky sea salt. The secret ingredient is really one drop of green food coloring that makes them distinctly margarita-y looking. I suppose you could do something drastic and add tequila, but so far I’ve been afraid to mess up the silky texture of the bars.

Anyway, the bars were prepared for Miss Kelly, who is the lady with all the job and apartment getting lately. (Although Jennie also has been making good with the job and the apartment getting, but hers was more spaced out and has so far involved less parties. Jennie: where are the parties?) Her old work is sending her off in style, which in the financial world tends to involve lots of expensive alcohol and other general fanciness. I think I will feel a little weird entering the bar with my hokey little trays of pastries, but who am I to turn down a request from the woman of the hour? I guess the worst that could happen is I sit down and eat all of them while drinking a $10 beer, right?

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