Parents in town and Wardrobe malfunction

My parents are in town. Yes, both of them. And the joy is that my mother has decided to cook for me. I dont think I ever really understood the meaning of "home cooked meals" until I moved to Bangalore. Not only do they not have the kind of food I would eat in Delhi when I would order out (NOBODY here knows how to make decent butter chicken I say), but I also have no idea how to cook. There are scars to prove my learning disability when it comes to trying to cook anything that .. well... requires to be cooked!

Meanwhile, my boss has been away for almost 2 weeks now and as a result, I have gotten absolutely NO work done. No wonder he says things like "we need to follow up with you to get work done... this is not right". Damn right, its not. I figure its his job to follow up with me. Otherwise, given his lack of chargeable time (what little he has is "stolen" from those who are over their chargeable limit- such as me) he would have nothing to do! I see it as a favour I am doing him.. he does not quite agree with me on that one. Lets just say its an opinion malfunction on his part.

While I am rambling I might as well move on to say how incredibly impressed I have been with the words "wardrobe malfunction" used to define Janet Jackson's boob display. Its in the papers again today that she said the "wardrobe malfunction" (I just love saying that) was an error. Here's what she means "I am sorry you didnt like the way my boobies look". Its really hilarious how display of the nipple has created such a furore in the states... people on tv wear clothes just enough to hide the nipples (sometimes not even that - watch Wild On! for more) and poor Janet gets the flak for showing her nipple to the world.. oops, I meant a minor "wardrobe malfunction".