Yes, yes, as most of you already know, I was not in the best of shape today. I got my hangover out of the way by the time I woke up for the day…which is good, but at the same time I only ended up catching three hours of sleep…which is bad. Needless to say, I was a tad hazy and as it turns out, it was a really good day to be just that.
I whipped off some client work by early afternoon and then decided on the recipes to use to win major brownie points with Shannon and the family this evening. I’m obsessed with The Culinary Chase because everything is delicious, beautiful, and requires only a handful of ingredients. Usually, when I’m trying new recipes I end up coming home with far more than what I need of things that I will never use again. I probably still have a five pound bottle of the dust off the wing of an Austrian honeybee in the back of my cupboard.
That being said, I had a Costco moment at the grocery store today. I spent twenty minutes looking for one thing: dried breadcrumbs. First instinct: baking needs. Duh. You don’t SERVE dried breadcrumbs, you use them to make other things crunchy. So there I am…pacing back and forth trying to balance my increasingly heavy basket, my sugarfree nonfat caramel awake tea misto (yuppie), and my rage while Suzy Homemakers bumped into me repeatedly with their carts because I was blocking the ever-important flour. You may not know this, but I am quite small. I blocked AT MOST one row of the 20ft-long flour section. Obviously I turned green, muscley and busted out of my shirt and messed some baby boomers up.
I would have given up but it was the only thing left that I had to pick up for tonight. So, once again, I tried not to cut people even when they blatantly ignored me when I asked if they might know what it at least looked like. Long story short, you’ll find dried bread crumbs next to the instant rice and Sidekick pastas. Right – because dried breadcrumbs are basically instant meals.
Grocery fail.
Drained and angry at the world, I went back out to the car to see Calvin‘s little face popped up by the driver’s side, shaking a little from wagging his tail so hard. As he proceeded to accost my face with puppy oh-my-god-you-came-back love, I forgot about the whole experience. It always hits me when I realize that there is a living thing that loves me THAT MUCH all the time even when I’m considering making an Olympic sport out of knocking old ladies down.
For anyone interested, this is tonight’s menu:
Cream pesto gnocchi
Tomato, Mozarella & Basil Salad
Mini Ricotta & Basil Frittatas
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ewww that’s gross!!!! i didnt need to know or imagine all that, lol
bombchell: I’m laughing now because for my visits, the bathroom gives me like eight flushes. Yet, I can still go in there and see someone’s leftovers. That’s NOT RIGHT.
LittleFish: You and I are going to get along juuust fine.
Princess: Yeah. I don’t think either one has anything to be ashamed of considering they spend the bulk of their time near-naked in front of the world.
Can one ever really write too much about testicles? I think not!
i hate automatic flushing toilets. they freak me out. am i alone with that one?
i am here from dr z — you are hysterical…
we have BIG signs at work in the (stinky) mens room – -please flush — apparently the people on the other side of the floor think the urinals are auto flush and never flush (which of course i do).
you must have seen the picture of phelps doing the gold medal spitz
Part fish, part steriods….
*waits for the barrage of abuse to head her way*
Interesting post!!
I would also not donate more then 20 mins to a post about testicles, anything after that just seems creepy.
Please don’t put a limit on amount to time spent writing a blog about testicles. Take all the time you need.
i have plans every day this week too after a VERY long weekend… it’s making my brain hurt a little bit.
Your man Alexander was on the TV yesterday and all the girls in the bar stopped to watch him dive.
Or look at his body.
Either way.
In my head I was all like “at least your toilets flush automatically – here if the toilet doesn’t do it, no one will”.
*sick*
the toilet at work is always a problem…especially when you work in a small space …everyone can hear EVERYTHING!
Michael Phelps has accomplished the extraordinary feat of being the only human being to have his or her looks improved upon by the addition of the swim cap. It makes the rest of us mere mortals look like jerks.
My roommate has the biggest crush on Alexandre. Last night we spend a large portion of the night figuring out the perfect letter to send to his fan club.
And I must agree.
I guess Phelps isn’t hot … if you look at his face. Personally, I can’t stop looking at that yummy little muscle right above his hip – you know, that above-hip groove that only yummy muscley men get.
I’m with you.
I love going to bed early and whenever i have plans, I instincively want to cancel those plans and stay at home on the couch.
It’s an issue, really. (Good thing I already found my husband, because I would NEVER meet a guy if it came down to it.)
I actually watched the Olympics last night (unusual for me). A friend of mine was all about that Alex D guy, but I had a thing for He Chong. That man is pretty, and his body does things that I can’t comprehend.
I look forward to the testicles post. (Is that weird?)
I may write a post like this too;
30 seconds in Rachel’s head.
Is the post about athlete balls? Because holy shit – the last few days of the Olympics, it feels like every time I turn around, I have some guy’s junk in my face. In HD, no less. Enough with the moose knuckles! Does no one wear a cup any more??
I am totally psyched for the testicles on Friday.
I freaking love this blog!
A blog post about testicles? I can’t wait for Friday to roll around.
i can’t wait for balls friday
I had a teacher who, when asked how long a paper had to be, always said, “Like a skirt – long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep things interesting.” Probably the same goes for testicle posts.
Perhaps the squeaky toy can be used only when you’re at work? Is it safe enough to leave him alone with? You know of our laughing donkey toy already. It only comes out in short intervals before being put away for longer intervals. And, no, I don’t feel sorry when Tofu searches for it. That’s the heartless witch that I am…
Non-sequitor: When I read “the squeaky toy that could make the Baby Jesus cry,” I initially took it much more literally. I was picturing, I don’t know, some sort of rubber nativity scene wherein, when one squeezed Mary or Joseph, the Baby Jesus made crying sounds. May say something about my Catholic upbringing.
Alexandre is H-O-T!
It has become a challenge of mine to get out of the stall on only one flush. I get so proud!
If Phelps had his ears pinned, it would help his looks score immensely. Just sayin’.
I don’t believe there is a time limit on writing about testicles. Probably one of those subjects that warrants whatever time is needed…
Could we not buy the pup a silent new toy to ease the mourning process?
One time at work, the urinal overflowed. I mean, basically burst a pipe. I was too embarrased to that people would think it was me so I ignored it. It pretty much ruined the floor.
I don’t care. I *HEART* Michael Phelps.
I thing I love about being back in Buffalo is watching Canadian TV again! I missed CBC!!! Last night I watched your man dive…he is a cutie and the trampoline!