I’ve been listening to these four songs (exclusively) for the last four days:
That should be the end of those post, but since I have no self control, let’s move on.
I made these tonight. And by MADE, I mean melted bark chocolate in the new fangled microwave and then dipped. Anyone want that jar of pickles? I think they’re a million years old, and I can’t open the jar.
Unfortunately, I forgot to wear one of my new-to-me aprons. I picked up these wonderful things at First Monday!
Something also picked up in Canton. I decided I needed some baby ones to stick on my car.
Do you ever get flashes of a feeling like you’re somewhere else? I do a lot. I also get tiny panic attacks every night around 9 when I realize in less than 12 hours, I’ll spend another 11 doing what I just finished doing.
On May 27th, it was a year since I got back from Hawaii. More often than expected, I’ll think I’m back there. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night thinking I’m late for 4 am work. Or I’ll make a turn and look for my coastal route highway. Or I’ll hear Charlie imitate Nacho Libre to make me laugh, or hear Christina telling me how cute my Hello Kitty tupperware is.
Or I’ll stand in the kitchenette in front of our automated coffee maker and remember serving a frilly latte with whipped cream to The Hoff.
While my time in Hawaii was tragically terrible and I probably would have died had I remained there, it was nice to give it a shot, and every day I want to go back.
I just wish I could drive there from Texas.