After listening to this song about 43 times on repeat, I feel ready to announce to the universe what my ultimate dream is. It’s time to just put it out there and see what happens.
It’s to be a Broadway star.
I kid, I kid.
Well, sort of.
My ultimate dream is in fact to be on Broadway. However, there’s one minor detail to this fantastical childhood dream: I can’t sing.
Don’t believe me? Watch this. It’s all the truth you need.
Anyways, it’s not the goal I spoke of in my last post.
That one will stay under wraps for a bit longer.
Speaking of…I inhaled this PB+J wrap after a 6-mile run bright and early with Brett this morning. Followed with a cup of coffee, I merely considered this breakfast part #1.
Before eating part #2, I needed to shower.
One problem: construction workers on the roof next door with a direct, clear-as-glass view of a potentially naked me in the shower.
What’s a gal to do?
First, call Mama Everythingtarian to laugh about the situation.
Then, go at it MacGyver-style and nail a large, forest-green towel over the window to avoid inappropriate peep shows at 7:45am.
Done and done.
Maybe I was a 1/2 hour late to work, but better that than having to bare my pancake arse to a group of overeager, middle-aged men who would most likely mistake me for a boy with the two bee stings permanently sitting on my chest.
It was good.
I spent it outside lounging in the humid, hot weather alongside my friend Emily.
Subway. I loves.
Turkey on honey oat with spinach, cucumber, tomato, onion, green pepper, banana peppers + yellow mustard, plus carrots, a teeny apple + Harvest Cheddar SunChips on the side.
Emily + I lunched to start planning a appetizer-themed dinner party we’re hosting.
Yes, only appetizers allowed.
Like bacon-wrapped, blue cheese-stuffed dates.
And stuffed endive leaves.
And mini gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches.
I know I said food is just food. Because it is. But it is going to bring together a bunch of our friends for a fun cocktail party. And that’s why I love food. It’s not the actual food but more what it represents – culture, togetherness, family, friendship, enjoyment, life, fun, pleasure and all the things life should be on a daily basis.
Yogurt raisins, how I love thee.
I swear when I work out in the morning, my appetite is out of control all day.
I was hungry immediately after eating these and still hungry 20 minutes later per that theory it takes that long for your brain to register hunger.
When I got home and realized I had ALL NIGHT to do whatever I wanted, I popped a sweet ‘tater in the microwave and topped it with leftover Zucchini Curry…
Thanks for all your lovely comments on my contribution to the 55 Knives cookbook! I am truly VERY excited about this – get your own copy here (if you aren’t horribly poor and actually have money to spare, unlike me).
Alright, I think I’ve filled my rambling quota for the day.
Until next time.
Peace, love and peep shows y’all.