The Farmer takes the cheese
Flowerless chocolate cake with ground almonds verses three wonderful cheeses - a spicy blue, a smoked cheddar and a creamy havarti and fruit. The cheese won. It's my weakness. Life without cheese is no life at all.
-Chel
Flowerless chocolate cake with ground almonds verses three wonderful cheeses - a spicy blue, a smoked cheddar and a creamy havarti and fruit. The cheese won. It's my weakness. Life without cheese is no life at all.
"Just calm down." and "I don't think I've ever seen you like this." Comments from my boss after I told him that this week was going to cause me to have a nervous breakdown.
A very small, very sharp pair of scissors and a very strong chemical called R46 will remove blue nail polish from carpet. I know this because I spent all weekend on my hands and knees, my face inches from the carpet snipping tiny chunks of nail polish out of said carpet. Moving and the threat of not having one's security deposit returned will motivate a person (me) to preform otherwise unknown feats of cleaning.
While stopped at the red light on my way to work this morning I see this girl jogging in teenie tiny shorts and a tube top. I'm all like WTF? Who jogs in a freakin' tube top? How is that even possible?
When I was looking at apartments on Sunday I learned that one I was considering has a smart card reader for the laundry. You add value to the smart card from your ATM/credit card and then the washer or dryer deducts the charge from the smart card. What a brilliant idea! No more hunting through the couch, chair, car seat, various drawers, pockets and hiding places looking for that one last elusive quarter so you can dry the last load of towels. The laundry also has a giant folding table and a huge picture window with views. A laundry room that’s not in the spider infested/homeless person livin’ basement and I don’t need quarters. I’ll take it.
Using that pot of lip balm that’s been in the back of your drawer at work for 2+ years and smells only a little funny is probably not a good idea. I’m just saying.
This morning I'm out watering my plants the sun is barely up and someone in my building is smoking a bowl. Hello! It is 6:30 in the freakin' am. *inhales deeply* Contact high?
This weekend I went to Target with my embodied inner conscience. Let me just tell you I passed up very cute dish towels (I'm a complete SUCKER for dish towels), cat toys, picture frames, cosmetics, junk food, I didn't even bat an eye at the clothing. All because of the dreaded "Chel, What are you going to do with that?" I did buy one completely frivolous item, a fabulous lime green fabric cube that pops out for storage. I answered the dreaded "What are you going to do with that" question with a "Did you see that pile of magazines on the floor in my living room?" Of course if my embodied inner conscience would have been a little quicker on her feet she would have come back with "Maybe it's time to toss the pile o' magazines." Good times.
You can buy sweet peas, avacados, white grapefruit and tangerines. You can also donate a dollar to help transgendered persons with sexual reassignment. I gave two.
This morning I woke up at 6am. I lay in bed until 6:30 trying to go back to sleep. I couldn't so I got up and did 5 loads of laundry. It was crazy! I was vacuuming by 8am. What is going on? I have never been a morning person. Dolly can attest to that. I don't even speak in the morning.
I went out to get a lemonade. It is so warm and sunny here. It is just unbelievably beautiful today. There are about a billion people out on the Promenade sunning themselves like big fat lizards on a rock.