I've not been getting to bed at a reasonable time for the past week or so, and I fear it's showing. In my eyes, always, but currently in my mood and reasoning.
Sometimes you just have to deal with what’s in your fridge
for breakfast, which is why I threw half an apple and a Danimals smoothie in my
bag. That’s better than what I had yesterday, which was nothing (although my
Thanksgiving leftovers lunch tasted that much better).
I suppose this means I need to do some grocery shopping,
which, except for Thanksgiving specific, I haven’t done in two? Three weeks?
Henry’s gone banana obsessed this week so yep, I should probably get to the
grocery store. C and I grilled a frozen pizza last night. It was delightful!
Okay, seriously, that smoothie thing was gross – how do kids
eat/drink that crap?
I went to buy Rockapella holiday concert tickets yesterday
at the box office to save myself $26.50 in convenience fees, at the guy ahead
of me was around 70 years old. He was picking up tickets for Julio Iglesias and
for Vince Gill. It made me chuckle, and I think the box office guy found it
amusing too, because he got far too much amusement out of trilling Julio as
much as possible.
Okay, I’m throwing away this Danimals thing. It’s liquid
sugar. I don’t mind sugar but I’d prefer it to be in the form of chocolate and
candy. The container says “Strawberry Explosion!” . Yep, exploding in my
garbage can (“contains no juice”, in case you thought it might.)
I didn’t have time to take a shower this morning and my hair
is icky, so I’m officially going to work out at lunch today and then take a
shower in the gym. I brought all my morning routine stuff, and I’m set. (ps – I
don’t smell, my hair is just icky.) My colleague thinks this is hilarious – “your
motivation for exercise is a shower?” yes. I need a shower anyhow, I may as
well get sweaty and stinky at lunch. Right?
This post has no point, but you expected that, I expect.
Toodles for Tuesday!










