Making: zoodles. I love regular pasta with all my heart and soul, but I'm trying to be more healthy and that requires sacrifice. Two nights ago I stuck some zucchini in the spiralizer and cranked out some fake noodles. My Italian ancestors were turning over in their graves. It made my soul weep a little. The finished product wasn't as fabulous as regular pasta but it wasn't too bad either. The experimental meal last night was a sausage and vegetable paella with cauliflower "rice" instead of real rice. It was not spectacular. That's what I get for cheating on the fried rice from Asian Star. This eating healthy nonsense better pay off in the slimming waistline department. If not I'll be back to my real fried rice and nightly Klondike bars. Just kidding. I'll be back to my Klondike bars and Lindor truffles either way.
How pasta makes me feel. |
Annoyed with: our broken AC.
Unpacking from/repacking for: the beach/a trip to Georgia. I know you're thinking, "Didn't you just take a trip? Why are you always leaving?" Yes we did and I don't know. If only I got paid per mile traveled I could afford a trip to a tropical location. We'll only be in Georgia for two nights but I packed 9 necklaces. I like to be prepared for all situations.
(Update: Christopher just came in and said it's really hot in our house. Somehow he missed the FABULOUS cross-current and airflow and fan positioning I spent half the morning working on. #men.)
Buying: maroon skinny jeans. I've never owned colored jeans before so this is a big fashion leap. The store was having a good sale so I also bought a dark gray pair. I'm trying to be a cool mom so AB won't be embarrassed when she's seen with me.
Internally crying over: my ever increasing pants size. Why don't they have normal sized people working in clothing stores? I need someone with a little muffin top to unlock the dressing room door, not a woman wear size -4 pants and giant eyelashes. It's not good for my self esteem.
Picking up: pompoms. All day every day. Annabelle is obsessed with them and dumps them out the minute she comes downstairs in the morning. I'm counting my blessings that it's not styrofoam. That stuff sends me straight to Crazytown.
I'm off to have a super healthy supper of dandelion greens and lima beans.
NOT.
I'm making BLT's with extra B.
(Update: Christopher just came in and said it's really hot in our house. Somehow he missed the FABULOUS cross-current and airflow and fan positioning I spent half the morning working on. #men.)
Buying: maroon skinny jeans. I've never owned colored jeans before so this is a big fashion leap. The store was having a good sale so I also bought a dark gray pair. I'm trying to be a cool mom so AB won't be embarrassed when she's seen with me.
Internally crying over: my ever increasing pants size. Why don't they have normal sized people working in clothing stores? I need someone with a little muffin top to unlock the dressing room door, not a woman wear size -4 pants and giant eyelashes. It's not good for my self esteem.
Picking up: pompoms. All day every day. Annabelle is obsessed with them and dumps them out the minute she comes downstairs in the morning. I'm counting my blessings that it's not styrofoam. That stuff sends me straight to Crazytown.
I'm off to have a super healthy supper of dandelion greens and lima beans.
NOT.
I'm making BLT's with extra B.
2 comments:
Ugh no a/c is torture. Hopefully y'all get some cool air blowing back up in there again!
Boo to no a/c!!! That is so frustrating!
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