so that's where missy's been...

favorite headline of the morning thus far? Woman Pleads Not Guilty to Stalking Uecker

who would stalk Bob Uecker? the guy is 72. why would someone want to stalk an elderly man? hmm, i guess they are easier to follow as they're hobbling down the street. i wonder if in the dummies guide to stalking they suggest novice stalkers start out with the elderly, and then work their way down to their intended target?

but i kid - despite her love for old men, missy is not Bob Uecker's stalker. and actually, as opposed to being our usual creepy and disastrous selves, loveandcyanide is actually having a rather classy week. we took mother to a ballet last night. it was nice and all, but too darn long - especially since the last act wasn't particularly peppy, what with everyone poisoning themselves and passing out on the bed and the floor. i was insanely jealous...not of the shakespearian tragedies, of course, but of the fact that the dancers got to sprawl out on the floor while i was stuck sitting upright in my not-as-plushy-as-it-should-have-been red velvet chair.

the highlight of the evening was not the ballet, nor the ridiculous sequined dresses that some women wore to the ballet - its a tuesday night, ladies, and see that family over there from Duluth? they're wearing tevas. why don't we all just pretend the middle-ground dress code doesn't exist - it was dinner. which, knowing loveandcyanide, shouldn't be much of a surprise.

we finally made it to les sans culottes. no pants! so besides having the best - and most appropriate for us - name, this nondescript little gem was also suggested by aunt deedee (who, as we all learned in a previous posting, is rather awesome). well it was totally worth the wait - and although we'd hate to take the risk of this place getting all popular and trendy - we highly suggest that our two dear readers get over there whenever they can. a. they start you off with a tower of sausages and meats, b. the owner was this adorably friendly man, and the restaurant just might be the lower level of his house, and c. hello, a tower of meats!!