Last Sunday I bought one of those fundraiser candy bars that little kids sell door-to-door because I am incapable of saying no to six year olds. So, I took a bite of it yesterday & it was so foul I had to throw it out. Yes, there is such a thing as bad chocolate. Really. Bad. Chocolate.
Maybe I'm just picky.
I am cooking again, which is yet another sign that the deep, deep funk has passed. I made a big batch of stir-fry with Jasmine rice yesterday, which beats the bejeezus out of frozen pizza. I enjoyed my dinner with a nice, cold glass of Reisling (which M claims makes my breath smell like racing fuel) & we watched Californication on Netflix Instant which is a tremendous time-suck, but I don't care because sometimes we need to just chill. David Duchovny is adorable even when he looks seedy. I still have my Fox Mulder action figure. M understands this.
I have added all three seasons of Arrested Development (funniest. show. ever.) to the instant queue. I love Gob. He makes me want to be a bad magician and ride around on a segway.
(Speaking of segues & a magician named GOB) I am waiting to hear back about a job this week.
On my mind today:
2.) Roasted Cauliflower
3.) Summer Dresses & Pretty, Impractical Shoes
Z turns 20 tomorrow. This will involve chocolate cupcakes & restaurant pizza.
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