There's more email in my inbox than I know what to do with and really, since it's not going anywhere, it's going to sit there for a while longer. This sinus-headcold-sore throat thing has turned my brain to mush. Articulation skills? Am I even able to spell articulation? I don't know! Thinking right now is the mental equivalent of wading through mashed potatoes. With lumps. And not enough butter!
Since my head is full of mashed potatoes, I'll take this opportunity to tell you that my fridge is FULL of beautiful fresh produce. Khai and I trekked to
Sprouts this morning and they have the best fresh veggies I've found in the area. It has no business making me this happy... but it does. Now I'm waving to
Jess &
Daniel and shouting thank you!!! for telling me about the produce mecca. There will be some good cookin' going on this weekend.
Does anyone else watch
Project Runway? I was all but rolling on the floor last night.
Last week my 'little' brother and I were talking about taxes, and in realizing what we were doing, quickly negated the maturity implied therein by reminding ourselves that we'd just finished discussing Paris Hilton's vapidity. See? It's all okay. One week from tomorrow he'll be a married man. Now THAT is just weird.
Also, tomorrow? Joshy comes home!