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We had a couple of Homer-esque moments over the last week.

Homer moment no 1: we hear there are really hot buffalo wings to be had in town. We think: "hey, we've done the hottest wings ever at Buckaroos' - formerly at Andrews Ave - how bad can namby pamby wings here taste?"
"Afterall, no one here eats spicy food.''
So we march up to Wild Buffalo Wings - and promptly order a snack of 12 wings (no, not full ones, here one little drumlet is considered a wing) rolled in the hottest possible sauce. They have a range of eight sauces or so... ranging from mild to blazin'... Yup, we took blazin'.
The girl taking my order gave me a startled look. But I nonchalently waved her on..

This by the way was after a pretty full breakfast, so we weren't even hungry anyway.

So we brought them home, and dove straight in... and of course, we were suitably not-impressed at first...
Well, then the slow burn started. When rivulets of sweat started running down gene's nose, we knew we were in trouble. Gene gave up after 5 drumlets, so I whacked 7. And by this time, we were making hissy noises, sucking our teeth and going "hiiiaaam man!"

All said and done. We both had swollen lips for about 30 minutes, and that night, it was quite painful as the wings, er, decided to come out the other end.
Hahahahha. DOH! Homer-moment supremo man.

Homer moment no 2: Since the temperatures are falling here - we've taken to running down the stairs and checking out the outside each time it falls below 8 deg C. Then we bring a little glass of single malt out and see if our breath mists over... in hindsight damned stupid; we not really appropriately dressed most times (pyjama pants and t-shirt) and wah liao, here the flu and pnuemonia no joke. Super Doh.

Apart from that all is well. I had a swimming lesson to try to correct my front crawl stroke. It was a bit humiliating cos the instructress was like geriatric and the students before and after me were kiddies... but at least I learnt that my breathing was off.

Also signing up for personal training - I miss Ann, who used to whip me into shape back in Singapore. Gonna be pretty expensive, but I reckon, aiyah, if I don't do all these things now, when else am I going to?

Will also go for art sketching class this sat... again, I haven't sketched since Secondary School, but wha, when else will I have the time to do all this.

Speaking of artistic ability - remember the paper mache pigs that Ai-Lien, Judith were helping me make for the wedding? The ones which held the ang pows?
Well, of those which did survive (some expired during the manufacturing, one was cut up pretty badly in an attempt to get out the ang pows) - the survivors, which admittedly have bad scars from the ahem extrication process have found a great home. Lauren, Judith's niece, has adopted them and according to reports, she lurves them to bits too.

Here's a super cute photo: