Cranking commiserations on an irascible day...

I empathise with Alexander, for it has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. A non-cooperative table in a Word document about drove me into frenzied madness. The lack of an electrical supply, phone service, and internet connection has become three horses of the apocalypse, ready to devour this humanitarian aid worker, despite being two hours and 32 minutes away from the weekend. If only Judith Viorst could flawlessly and humorously capture my testy temperament, rendering me patient rather than whiny.

Ants in the butter...Part II

to conclude the ant saga...freezing them worked. I then let the butter thaw and used a knife to extract their dead bodies, but since ants are basically protein, likewise for peanuts, I wondered why we don't smash the ants and make ant butter...couldn't be any worse then vegemite or marmite (apologies to my Aussie and British friends).