Four things? Yeah, let's go with four.
1. I've said this before, and I'll say it again: the last week at work before vacation is always hideous. This is so that you will appreciate your vacation all the more. Yeah, no problem. I am quite sure I will appreciate the fuck out of this vacation!
2. Tonight when I finally got home after work, the gym, and errands, I got a text from my credit card company asking if I made multiple purchases on my Visa card at Canadian online pharmacies. No, no I did not, but based on how much they charged, I'm guessing whoever did is planning quite a party! Viagra and Oxy for everyone! Score! Well, actually I'm a little miffed that they didn't invite me to this party I'm paying for. Also a little miffed about spending almost an hour on the phone untangling this mess, as they had to read me each charge and I had to say yes or no. They were all "no" but I usually followed them with "Whaaaaat?!! Are you kidding me?!!!"
3. There's some movie coming out tomorrow where Scarlett Johansson has discovered some super smarts and can use 100% of her brain, unlike the rest of us schlubs who only use 10%. (10% on a good day, I'd say.) The commercials for this movie look odd. ScarJo is using her super smarts to go Carrie on a bunch of people and Morgan Freeman is there, too. No way in hell am I plunking down twelve bucks for this action. I mean, I'm sure ScarJo wants to be a serious thespian now, but I prefer her doing things like selling mahhhble columns on SNL. I very much appreciate the fact that she does a genuine Lawn Guyland accent in that skit. I laugh every time I watch it.
4. For a long time, I've felt very strongly that no working woman should ever have to cook dinner on a Friday night. I may be amending this rule to include Thursdays as well. It's Thursday, I'm beat, and it's 7:30 by the time I get home from the gym. I had originally planned to make my famous chicken stuffed with green onion cream cheese, but after getting home, feeding the cats, going through the mail, and stripping off my gym clothes I thought fuhgedaboudit. So instead, dinner ended up being scrambled eggs with a side of guacamole. I almost went with another lazy-ass choice, the can o' sardines, but the guac had to be eaten tonight so the eggs won. The bad part about not cooking is now I have no leftovers to take for lunch tomorrow, which makes it entirely likely that my lunch will be the can o' sardines consumed at my desk. I'm sure my coworkers will appreciate that!
Later much for you, kittens.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Four things? Yeah, let's go with four.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Yes, again with the boy band lyrics. Again, don't judge.
I heard today was the 4th anniversary of One Direction, so I'm quoting them. I guess that on this day four years ago, a music producer put five funny-looking lads together and said "This. This will sell!" I really don't get it. I find it weird to hear five guys all singing about the same chick. Unless they're advocating polyandry or reverse-Mormonism or something. Because I could totally get behind that. I think multiple husbands would be an excellent life, but I'd build a well-rounded team and not settle for five funny-looking lads. See, I would need a Nate Berkus type to decorate, and a Bobby Flay to cook my dinner, and a Ty Pennington to fix stuff around the house, and a Beto Perez to do Zumba with me, and a Bob Harper to get me to do strength-training. Wow, I will need quite a team! I'd better get moving on this!
Where was I? Oh yes, One Direction. Those funny-looking lads will not age well, mark my words. That Harry Styles? Some day in the not too distant future, he will start looking like Mick Jagger's ugly younger brother. Good luck marketing that action, music producers of four years ago!
In other news, I was thinking about the frappuccinos after I wrote yesterday's blog and today I think I came up with an acceptable substitute. I am totes excited about this! See, I used my treat receipt to order a triple grande iced breve latte with two pumps of sugar-free vanilla. In other words, it was three shots of espresso, half and half, and the sugar-free vanilla. THEN -- this is the genius part -- I asked them if they would blend it for me. And they did! The result was quite amazeballs. Not as heavy as a frappuccino, but still delicious and more importantly, it stayed within my macronutrient ratios. I think I shall call it the Lesleyccino.
And in still yet other news, my vacation has been moved one day earlier. Yup, on Sunday I'll be gassing up the Jetta and driving south. I feel like I have a thousand things to do between now and then, but hey, it'll all get done. I need to get a pedicure, do laundry, pack, make sure the beasts have enough food and litter for while I'm gone, and probably some other things I'm forgetting. On Saturday, I'm spending a good chunk of the day in NYC at a film festival. A good friend from my high school days is starring in an indie movie at this festival, so a few of us are getting together and all going to see it, and then I'm sure we'll move on for dinner and drinks after that. Good times. So yeah, a thousand things to do and a big day in the big city.
That's enough for now. Be well, my dears. Good night.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:14 PM
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
I'm feeling a little Bridget Jones-ish, so how about some numbers? Yay!
This was my day:
Hours spent "consulting:" 10. Insane day at the office, but you know, all's well that ends well. Actually I don't really care as long as it ENDS. Some days being a project manager feels like one part Mary Poppins and one part Gordon Ramsey. I'd actually like to pull a mashup of that on them "Just a spoonful of sugar makes the... THIS IS UTTER RUBBISH!" That'll keep them on their toes!
Zumba classes taught: 0.5. (Good) It wasn't my class, but I helped out a friend. And as you can imagine, it really doesn't take a lot of persuading to get me to go up front and lead a few songs.
Calories consumed: 1776. Seriously! Am I patriotic or what? Because 'MURICA! I use the MyFitnessPal app to track this action. It's pretty good, but I wish it were more customizable for my wacky nutritional needs. Most days it gives me a little frowny face and tells me I need to eat more carbohydrates and less protein. Uh, no. No, I don't.
Minutes spent soaking in Epsom salts bath: 45. (Very good) I was reading and the water was hot and I didn't see any reason to get out. I would have soaked longer but I was starting to get tired and didn't want to fall asleep in the tub.
Trips to Starbucks: 2 (Excellent) Normally I wouldn't go twice, but it's Treat Receipt time! However, after I returned to use the aforementioned Treat Receipt, I realized that it's not really saving me any money. My standard order is an iced doppio espresso, which is $1.95, as opposed to the $2 drink one may get with the Treat Receipt. So this afternoon I upgraded it to an iced triple espresso. I guess if one drinks the Frappuccinos, then it's a bargain but the Frappuccinos and I broke up a long time ago. I miss them terribly sometimes. I don't wanna talk about it. How Frappuccinos broke my heart. But if I stay here just a little bit longer...
Wait, where was I?
That's enough for now. I need sleep. I have the tireds. Good night, duckies.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:18 PM
Monday, July 21, 2014
Yeah, I was listening to some Backstreet Boys earlier. Oh and I'm up late watching a Hallmark movie. Don't judge.
I haven't felt much like writing the last few days. Busy weekend, but good busy. And now a busy work week because I'm taking next week off for some much-needed beach time.
My plans for my vacation are as follows:
- Go to the beach.
- Sit on my ass.
Lather, rinse, repeat. I'll probably throw in some other things like going for walks, hanging with the family, and I'm sure I'll find a Zumba class or two while I'm there, but only actual plans involve going to the beach and sitting on my ass.
I've already got my Kindle loaded with some fun beach reads. I'll most likely be driving by myself for one leg of the nine hour drive, and in previous years I've downloaded podcasts and audio books for the drive, but now I have the Sirius radio so I don't have to worry about hitting any radio dead spots. That's the one problem about driving to the south -- for a good chunk of the journey, the only terrestrial radio stations I can find are either twangy country or the Jeeee-zis! radio. No thanks.
In other news, tonight I cooked an awesome dinner (seared scallops and zucchini noodle alfredo) then made some homemade sugar-free peanut butter cups for myself. I've been feeling like I'm in a bit of a recipe rut, but hey, it's the summer and I really don't feel like putting a huge amount of effort into cooking, so recently dinner has been some sort of fish. And then the zucchini noodles do a nice job snazzing up any meal. I hadn't tried alfredo sauce with them before, but it totally worked. Next I want to try carbonara.
And in still yet other news, I just realized it's after 11:00 and my bed is unmade because I stripped it when I got home so I could do laundry, so I have to go make my bed now before I get too tired to do so. Those fitted sheets can be a real bitch to figure out when one is tired, you know.
Good night. Pleasant dreams, loves.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:07 PM
Thursday, July 17, 2014
This week is the crazy. Both good crazy and bad crazy, so hey, there's that.
On the good side of the crazy, I am having the best week ever at my job since I returned to it. I need to come up with a cute name for this organization because even though I'm on a contract right now, mark my words: I AM NOT LEAVING. Just putting that out into the universe, yo. This job is my employment soulmate. I can't just give something like that up, you know.
But anyway, part of my contract is managing a very, VERY visible project. It's outward-facing, inward-facing, and I don't know, I suppose it would be upward-facing and downward-facing, too. And this week, I am rocking it. I got some very nice compliments from a few of the managers today. One even commented "Wow, you are really on top of this!" Oh yes, yes I am. Totally on top of it. In fact, I could not be more on top of this project unless it had just bought me drinks, dinner, and jewelry.
I am just saying.
The bad crazy, well, not much I can say about that. I mean, you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there ya have the facts of life! THE FACTS OF LIFE!
Anyway, it is late. Someone (me!) should really to go to bed, but someone (ME!) doesn't want to, so while I'm debating that with myself, you kids go ahead and yourselves a good night. Much love on yas. xo
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:22 PM
Sunday, July 13, 2014
As in "don't hate me 'cuz you ain't me!"
I really need to get some sleep (since not much sleep happened over the weekend) but I did want to write a brief weekend round-up. I think it's safe to say that I had more fun than you did this weekend. What did my weekend include? Oh, I'll write you a list!
1. Singing karaoke at a boardwalk bar. This outing also included the best burger for dinner (This month's burger of the month at Bobby's Burger Palace -- you have got to try it!), frozen custard from Kohr's, a free t-shirt from Landshark Lager, and a big ol' Angry Balls. (Angry Balls = Angry Orchard cider + a shot of Fireball)
2. Going down the shore once again on Saturday for a girls' day out. This particular outing included getting carded at the tiki bar, feeling nostalgic as I walked the boardwalk we had visited so many times when I was a little girl, and dancing my ass off to an awesome shore band I had been meaning to see.
3. This second shore outing also involved being an accomplice to an infraction that got my friend banned from 7-11, twerking with a group of women wearing sunglasses and fedoras after dark, and doing some crazy dancing with more guys than I think I've ever danced with in one night!
4. Some of the crazy dancing was done with a dude who looked like he was right out of central casting for Jersey Shore. Don't believe me? Oh, there's video...
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:42 PM
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Here's a picture from the lovely resort I visited in March. Could I please just jump into this picture right now?
Oh and what the hell, how about an extra Wordless Wednesday pic? Here I am once again at the chocolate restaurant I went to last week getting ready to stab some strawberries and dip them in chocolate for dessert. Nom nom nom nom...
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:56 PM
Monday, July 07, 2014
It was a weekend. Books were read, swimming was done, sun rays were soaked up, BBQ was consumed, and since it's me and all, there was coffee! I'm a little tired tonight, but I am pretty sure I can come up with three things to tell you.
1. My wrist is still not good. This is enormously frustrating. I thought having a long weekend of no typing and not doing much that would torque it would help, but no such luck. I'm a little worried that they're going to tell me I need an MRI next, and if they tell me that, I will inform them that I'll need a sedative beforehand. Or some shots. Or both. Yeah, both would do the trick.
2. I finished reading All Fall Down by Jennifer Weiner, which I totally recommend, but then I love all her books. It was a little eerie reading about a main character who is hooked on painkillers. I've known people who've had (or really, still have) that particular addiction, and it doesn't look like fun. And when I was freshly out of reconstructive surgery and prescribed huge doses of opioids, I remember thinking that I can understand how someone could get hooked on them. Mind you, I needed those huge doses, and even then they still weren't enough to take care of the pain I had, but they made me not care too much about the pain for a little while, and everything felt like a warm, sunny day and everything was a-okay.
3. Dinner tonight consisted of a shrimp cocktail, a Leinenkugel's summer shandy, and a handful of sugar-free gummi bears while watching the Bachelorette. Yup, we keep it classy around here at Chez Lesleygirl. I felt a little off-kilter after the weekend, so this was actually a much more normal dinner than the ones I've had the last few days. Funny how that goes.
Good night, my loves.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:24 PM
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
Here's yours truly, earlier tonight at Max Brenner's, about to enjoy the hell out of a chocolate martini...
I'm not sure if I'll get around to blogging this weekend or not. I'll be spending some time down the shore -- well, actually, I'm not sure if I'll be down the shore or not, as I'll be in Delaware and not New Jersey, and I don't know if the First Staters call it "down the shore" or not. I will ask around and find out (research!) but regardless of the outcome, I will most likely still refer to whatever beach I go to as "down the shore." Because down the shore everything's all right...
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, down the shore. I think my brain is already down the shore. You all should totally join me!
Good night, my loves.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:43 PM
Monday, June 30, 2014
That song in the title is in my personal top ten. Just so you know.
I've been resting my achey little wrist so yeah, not much with the blogging these past few days. Plus, this weekend I was away at an undisclosed location at an undisclosed event. However, I have to say that the undisclosed event was very good for my soul. Oh my, this is terribly vague. I mean, I would say more but I do like to maintain some sense of mystery about myself, you know.
So anyway, how about four things?
1. I missed the lunchtime bootcamp class at work today because somehow I forgot to grab my carefully-packed gym bag on my way out the door. With my right arm out of commission, I just don't have enough capacity to grab my purse, lunch, and a gym bag, I guess. Tomorrow is a Zumba day, so I'm not taking any chances. I packed up my dance sneakers along with a sparkly skirt and I've already stashed them in my car.
2. After work, I went to BJ's, mostly because I needed another brick of that Dubliner cheese. It's my very favorite cheese now, and BJ's has it for about a third of what the supermarket charges. I think my love of cheese alone makes my BJ's membership pay for itself. Dubliner has been a key part of my afternoon snack lately -- I've been having a few bites of it along with some fresh blackberries. It's like a little cheese plate, served right there at my desk. I'm so classy like that. Among other things, I also bought a giant jar of olives and a giant jar of capers while I was at BJ's. Yes, salty snacks. I had the need.
3. Tonight I also made a very kickass sugar-free chocolate mousse. I need to make it again soon because I kind of made up the recipe as I went along, and next time I want to write down what I'm doing. I had a little bit of it along with some raspberries and a little sugar free whipped cream. Nom nom nom. Yes, that's right, I made something chocolate to go along with all my salty snacks. No reason for that pairing. Why do you ask?
That's enough for now, kittens. Glad to be back here blogging. I missed yas.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:02 PM
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Where have I been? Oh here, I'll show you:
Wait, where was I?
So yeah, I don't think I have much to blog about other than wrist-related things. I had to get more shots yesterday and it's all very painful today, and it's tough to think about much else. But I will soldier on. I have a fairly busy day of work ahead, along with the company barbeque at lunchtime. And if you know me, then you know what a big fan I am of company events and forced socialization! Woo hoo!
Okay, back to work. Peace out, girl scouts.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 10:22 AM
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Oh damn, did I forget to blog? And did I forget to blog and also start singing Soulja Boy lyrics? I have to admit, I love that song. When my youngest nephew, Baby Kangaroo, was younger we used to sing it together. We particularly like the "Now watch me YOUUUUUUU!" part. Heh.
I'm feeing generous tonight so I'm going to tell you five (5) little things.
1. Friday night I went out to dinner and managed to keep my carefully-planned macronutrient ratios. I had baby lobster tails and a Corona Light at Chickie's & Pete's. Grand total of 5 net carbs. And the Chickie's we went to was inside a casino and I actually won a little money! How ya like them apples?
2. Luna has systematically removed every hat, glove, and mitten from the top of my walk-in closet and hidden them throughout the house. She's now begun working on the hand towels as well. I'd try to put them back, but I'm actually enjoying the sight of a little 6-pound runt of a cat carrying a hand towel that's about as big as her around the house.
3. I have yet another book recommendation for you. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I could not put this book down! I also maybe cried through most of the second half of it. Anyway, if you have a Kindle or Nook I can possibly hook you up with a file. Maybe. I will neither confirm nor deny my ability to do.
4. I went to my good friend Nuel's 40th birthday extravaganza at an arena football game yesterday. There was a catered tailgate with some really awesome brisket. Then, during the game, I made it onto the Jumbotron because I guess they liked my stunning rendition of the Apache dance. I guess I was channeling my inner Fresh Prince.
5. This weekend my one and only niece, Noodles, graduated from high school AND turned 18. I was 23 when she was born, and yet I am now only 25, as everyone knows. Funny how that works.
That's five. And now I really should get some sleep. Good night, my shining stars.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:32 PM
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Well, if you know me in real life, you'll know that it would be nigh on impossible for me to actually be wordless, but here's Wordless Wednesday photo nonetheless. I present to you... MY LUNCH!
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:15 PM
Sunday, June 15, 2014
So tonight I played my Voodoo iTunes game, where I ask iTunes what my blog subject line should be and hit next while the random setting is on. Tonight I got "Everybody Knows" by the Dixie Chicks, which is actually quite fitting for me right now.
It's the end of the weekend, so I'm numbered-listing ya's. Because why not.
1. I'll be very honest with you: I could have done more this weekend. Yesterday I was off to a strong start -- I got up, cooked breakfast, hit the gym, and had a load of laundry started, all before 11:00 AM. The rest of the day wasn't quite so ambitious, but I think I needed it. I spent a lot of time by the pool reading and soaking up all the free Vitamin D, which apparently I need. I started reading The Goldfinch. I know I've said this before, but I mean it this time for realsies: this is one of the best books I've read in a long time. I'm not even done yet but I will absolutely recommend it to you. And if you read with a Kindle or Nook, I could probably loan it to you. Hit me up.
3. I tried a new and very experimental recipe this morning for some ricotta-based no-sugar pancakes. It was basically ricotta, almond flour, egg, vanilla, and stevia. I added some blueberries while cooking, because hey, it's that time of the year. I had some difficulty flipping them, so it ended up more like a scrambled something than a pancake, but even with all that, they were delicious. I took the leftover batter and made a baked pancake (or clafoutis, if you want to be fancypants) to have for dessert tonight. Next time I'll take some pictures so you can appreciate the awesome. I think my carb-cutting efforts are already paying off. I haven't noticed my blood sugar bottoming out at all in the last week or so. This is progress!
That's three. And that's enough for now. Good night, sweetheart, well it's time to go...
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:38 PM
Friday, June 13, 2014
Subject line is a tad obscure, but it's from one of my very favorite singers. If you recognize it, then let's just say that you and I have plans!
Yes, I don't normally blog on Fridays. And yes, I deleted something from earlier this week. I had my reasons. If you really really want to read it, send me an email and I'll forward you a copy, suitable for framing. My email is in my profile, yo.
So yesterday was a pretty good day, thanks to my very own Council Of Mens. This is a council I've formed to advise me on mens-related issues. I had dinner with one member of the council, then coffee with another, and this morning a good IM conversation with yet another. I asked them how do I get past feeling hurt and angry and betrayed. Nuel's advice was that I have to forgive myself. Fencer's advice was to mourn the loss and move on and put out some positive energy into the universe. And Monkeybum suggested trying a new form of cardio, like kickboxing. Okay, this is a little more condensed than what they actually told me, but trust me, it was good advice. So I think this all points to the fact that, as I've said before, I just want closure, and I have to find it for myself and by myself.
So yeah, closure. Let's get some of that, shall we?
Totally unrelated, but is anyone as squicked out by those Amazon Fire tablet commercials where the guy hits the Mayday button and talks to the Amazon rep? I thought they were totes creepy and figured that in the next commercial he'd have his hand in his pants, and then in a subsequent commercial he would give her the, uh, money shot. However, they have a new commercial now where Creepo is hosting a party and hits up the Mayday chick yet again. He tells everyone at the party to tell her hello, and she says "Awww, I can't see you guys, but thanks!" I thought it was odd that they made her specifically point out not being able to see them, but I'm wondering if Amazon was getting feedback from people like me who are squicked out by those commercials.
Good night, duckies.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:00 PM
Monday, June 09, 2014
I was going to write something last night but then I didn't feel like blogging. But you know, I missed the Sunday night reflections. Back when I was a resident chaplain, every Monday morning I had to turn in a list of "What I Taught Myself" during the previous week. Really, it was what I had learned, but when one is a resident chaplain, one does not simply "learn," one teaches oneself! Anyway, I think about that sometimes on Sunday nights, even though my residency was a long time ago. Sometimes it's nice to think about what I've learned during the previous week, even when it's things I would just as soon forget.
So now it's Monday and I'm at my office. As you locals know, the weather today was beyond awful, and my commute was similarly awful. It was one of those commutes where I start thinking "That's it, I'm never getting there. I'm just going to live here in the Route 29 tunnel. Someone please feed my cats for me." But I made it through the rain, I kept my world protected, I made it through the rain, I kept my point of view...
Ahem. Hey, it's always time for Barry Manilow. Don't judge.
I'll spare you a "What I Taught Myself" today just because I have the lazy and don't feel like it. But I will tell you three things from my weekend. Why three? Because I'm a third kid, I guess. I don't know.
1. Two people surprised the hell out of me this weekend. I mean, it's rare when one person can shock me, but two? In one weekend? The who and the what now? One shocked me in a very disappointing way, and I'm feeling very hurt and betrayed by this. Not sure what else I can even say about it, since even thinking about it gives me a case of the vapors, and it's far too early in the day for me to start drinking vodka tonics with extra lime. The other shocked me in a very surprisingly good way that I never expected or saw coming. I'm actually very happy with that turn of events.
3. I did a minor cook-ahead this weekend. I roasted a chicken for my lunchtime big salads, and I baked some sugar-free flourless peanut butter cookies, which actually turned out pretty awesome. I'm wondering if I can use the same recipe with almond butter, as the almond butter has fewer carbs than the peanut butter. I feel like right now I've got a good handle on breakfasts, lunches, and snacks, but I find myself at a loss at dinnertime with no idea what to make, and there are only so many times I can just say "fuck it, I'll just make scrambled eggs for dinner."
That's three. And now back to work for me. Have a happy Monday, people.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 10:16 AM
Thursday, June 05, 2014
Yes, I know. Two posts in one day?!! Is it your birthday? Perhaps not, but it is my half birthday today! Yes, there are only about 180 shopping days until Lesleymas 2014. I will be very honest with you people -- for the last few years, Lesleymas has SUCKED with a capital SUCKED. Not this year. Please plan accordingly.
So it's Thursday, which is normally Themeless Thursday, so here are a few things you may not know:
1. I had to pick up my new inhaler at the pharmacy, and it was 40 damn dollars for that thing! I understand that the drug companies need to recover the cost of their research and development, but come on! That $40 was just my co-pay, so I did a quick search and found out that the retail price is more like $60, and there are no generic alternatives right now because of the ban on CFC's in inhalers. Wow. Once again I'm glad that all the changes I made with regards to my health have given me much better cardiovascular health. I used to use my inhaler daily, and now weeks and even months will go by when I don't need it.
2. I'm really tired of people complaining on the Facebook about the Affordable Care Act. Most of them don't know what they are talking about anyway, and are just using it as a way to hate on the President. Like today, one "friend" blamed the fact that a phlebotomist couldn't get blood from her veins on the ACA. Yes, I'm sure Barack himself was behind that one. Although the last time I had to get blood drawn, they had a much easier time accessing my veins than they have in the past, and I myself am covered by an ACA plan. So riddle me that one. When I see people bitching about the ACA, I read that as "they don't want me to have health insurance." Meanies! Look, I am a small business owner, and the ACA allows me to buy health insurance and thus stay in business and pump more money into the economy than if I could not run this business. Also, Romney had an identical plan in mind, and in fact he enacted said plan while governor of Massachusetts, so perhaps "Romneycare" would be a better term for the ACA.
3. I decided that I'd had enough of trying to wedge my lunch and snacks into the disgusting work-provided refrigerator, which never has any room in it because it hasn't been cleaned out in God knows how long, so today I packed up the mini-cooler that I normally use when I go to the beach. It was kind of nice having my cheese sticks and seltzers so nearby. Not to mention my big salad, too. This convenience is making me seriously contemplate building a George Costanza under-desk system, complete with snack fridge and a shelf for sleeping.
So let's see, I've covered inhalers, Facebook stupidity, and keeping one's lunch cold. I'm sure there's a theme there somehow but right now it escapes me, so good night, dear ones. Much love on yas.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:03 PM