A hale and hearty welcome to you, Kath Eats readers!

I see you out there, lurking around the blog…going through our medicine cabinet and trying on my shoes… and I just wanted to say to you that my wellies are your wellies. Sorry if they are covered in mud and dog poop.

Soooo, I spent most of the day yesterday re-writing my review of the mongol movie and even though it was stressful (because I have an innate ability to self-destruct whenever I hear criticism feedback) I am really very, very happy with the results. Sometimes I just need a good kick in the ass. And no, not from you Dane, so please put your foot down.

ZZ and I had a really good walk this morning. She met two corgis, one named Norman. I have no idea what the other one was named but I imagine it’s something like “Winston” or “Jeffrey”. What I am saying is that these dogs are either English Country Lords or gay. Or both. I LOVE THEM.

Tonight we’re having Megan and Justin over to watch LOST and the apartment is a disaster so I’ll be tapping into my inner OCD and cleaning the shit out of it. Before we watch LOST, though, we’re going to Le Happy for crepes and boozy things and then to Slabtown for - omg, this is so exciting - AIR HOCKEY.

Air hockey is the only sport I’ve ever been any good at. And don’t tell me it’s not a sport because if that is true I will quit this world posthaste. POSTHASTE.

I’ll try to get pictures of us playing air hockey, or rather, of everyone kneeling at my feet paying homage to my disc flinging prowess.