Craving tender young things...not those, you perv

It's utterly gorgeous outside. I want to go home *now*.

Also, having lamb cravings. I've done shrimp and chicken to death lately, I'm not terribly keen on pork, and beef these days makes me nervous. Plus, I'm having visions of tender lamb meat just falling off the bone.

But what to make? (And really, I should save up my craving and make it Sunday so I have gobs of leftovers for the week.)

Annual Condo Meeting

Oif. We didn't even have a quorum to vote on anything, but we scraped up the last volunteer we'd need to fill the board positions, so it wasn't all bad.

There's one dude just down my hallway who tried to propose renaming the place, and thought he'd got quashed by the board (when really all they did was say 'whatever') Took up so. much. time. whinging about how tyrannical the board was about it (though he never used the word), and he just wanted a pretty name for our home... Totally ignored any possible legal ramifications for a good twenty-five and some years of paperwork with the current name. Several owners kept smacking him down verbally until finally the board told him to go ahead with the bloody survey and quit pestering everyone. (Again, in not quite the same language.)

I'm just glad there were enough volunteers to fill the board, so I wouldn't have to succumb to volunteeritis and do it myself. I'd like to sit on the board, but just not yet.

Evening yoga and then to bed.