I'm not sure how it happened today, but suddenly I was having some serious girly moments. I have recently been dreaming of cute flats and dresses. Part of that is spring fever, or rather fantasizing about not accidentally snorting snowflakes. Part of it is the sudden accessibility of actual income. The other part is the weird impulse.
It didn't help that my stylist called to see if I could come in for one last styling before she graduates to the next level. She flipped my hair and used the really nice products that I covet. But I can't quite justify $12 on shampoo. Even if it is good enough to eat. To say nothing of the wonders it does for my fine hair.
I even had the impulse to cook dinner! And coordinate my plate with my food. This was one impulse I should have resisted, because the marinade was kinda funky, the chicken was dry, and the rice was a strange mix. I knew I should have eat muffins. However, because I was cooking, Ernie the Fat Pug came down in hopes that I would share. Sure enough he got some of the chicken, and I fed him a grape tomato, which was possibly the most amusing moment of my whole day. Possibly even funnier than Arnie being faked out by mushrooms. The tomato kept popping out of his mouth. Then I think it exploded in his mouth. So he was making all sorts of goofy faces trying to eat it.
on the toob: Six Feet Under
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