too much living, not enough record
Like clockwork, on the second official day of my BIG Spring Break, I have fallen terribly sick with a cold. I am sneezing all over this place and doing shit like forgetting my PIN number in crucial moments.
I'm glad we went to Palm Springs this weekend because it is slated to be awful and rainy all week here. I can't get anything done!
But I have, actually, gotten much done.
Mani/pedi was accomplished, rent was paid, trial of chicken mole in the crock pot in progress, bought a huge file drawer metal file cabinet to be turned into a planter for lettuce and beets (I told the gay german man selling it my plans and he authoritatively said, "Girl that's so cool! Give it back!" and I couldn't tell if he was serious).
I also made Babaloo a birthday cake that looks really awesome as he is turning 4 tomorrow. Obviously it's not actually tomorrow but he should be about 4 sometime soon and we picked April Fool's Day so we could remember and celebrate it to bond with him and fill up the endless void that is this life. Just kidding. Sort of.
Speaking of ceremonies and celebrations, I think I need a wedding cleanse. Of all that crap. The stuff that's crap that is. The things that are real can stay. Like, I do need to talk to Jaleen to figure out what modern atheist brides and grooms say and do during the show that doesn't involve "sand ceremonies" or togetherness cocktails or whatever. We're so sarcastic that it will be a struggle not to break out into fake interpretive dance.
But seriously, all the other things can stop. I don't need to pick out my goddamn wedding SANDALS at this moment and it really doesn't take 5 months to plan a party for 30 people effectively in a backyard right?
Getting sick is lame but it does give one the excuse to lay around drinking ginger bourbon right? It's THE SAME as nyquil right? The old fashioned way.
I'm glad we went to Palm Springs this weekend because it is slated to be awful and rainy all week here. I can't get anything done!
But I have, actually, gotten much done.
Mani/pedi was accomplished, rent was paid, trial of chicken mole in the crock pot in progress, bought a huge file drawer metal file cabinet to be turned into a planter for lettuce and beets (I told the gay german man selling it my plans and he authoritatively said, "Girl that's so cool! Give it back!" and I couldn't tell if he was serious).
I also made Babaloo a birthday cake that looks really awesome as he is turning 4 tomorrow. Obviously it's not actually tomorrow but he should be about 4 sometime soon and we picked April Fool's Day so we could remember and celebrate it to bond with him and fill up the endless void that is this life. Just kidding. Sort of.
Speaking of ceremonies and celebrations, I think I need a wedding cleanse. Of all that crap. The stuff that's crap that is. The things that are real can stay. Like, I do need to talk to Jaleen to figure out what modern atheist brides and grooms say and do during the show that doesn't involve "sand ceremonies" or togetherness cocktails or whatever. We're so sarcastic that it will be a struggle not to break out into fake interpretive dance.
But seriously, all the other things can stop. I don't need to pick out my goddamn wedding SANDALS at this moment and it really doesn't take 5 months to plan a party for 30 people effectively in a backyard right?
Getting sick is lame but it does give one the excuse to lay around drinking ginger bourbon right? It's THE SAME as nyquil right? The old fashioned way.