Tofutots, anyone?
Today is a good day because it started with coffee made by my Geekster. For some reason, he makes far better java than I do despite my obsession with the stuff. And to think I'd love to own a coffee shop one day. That's a bit like someone who can't hold a note wanting to sing in a rock band. I hang my head in shame.
Yesterday, The Butler Did It called to let me know that The Smurfs were being played weekday mornings at 8AM. "The Smurfs??!" I exclaimed incredulously. She seems to share my obsession with talking, hat-wearing blueberries and that's just the coolest. From now on, my morning coffee will take place inside Smurfette's pink mushroom house, where we'll discuss how difficult it is to be the most beautiful women of our species. We share so much, her and I. It's a curse.
Perhaps I'm not the most beautiful woman alive - maybe second, or third when my hair isn't washed - but I feel better than I've felt in a very long time. I wake up fully rested and in a good mood. I no longer feel like a lab rat in a maze on cocaine, trying to figure out what to do first and how to do it and oh-my-god-how-do-I-even-get-started overwhelmed. Anxiety? Down. Stress levels? Down. Anger? Down. Pants? Down.
Just seeing if you were paying attention.
Oh, and I just may feel a little bit better about my hot self because I'm down 14 pounds so far. The last three fell off this week in a heap after I stopped eating meat. While I certainly can't say that's all fat, whatever it was causing that weight to hang out is now no longer there and my clothes are fitting better than ever. I'm sitting at 238 and feeling great. I like the 'eights' because I can rhyme stuff with them. I'm a poet and don't I know it.
Could this day get any better? How could it not? I'm going to playgroup for a second time this week, flanked by a couple of my entourage. Afterwards I'm going to whip up something vivaciously vegan for The Butler Did It, whether she wants it or not. Oh, she may thinks she doesn't want it at first, but once I give it to her she'll know she wanted it all along.
And now that I'm done sounding like a drunken fratboy idiot, I'm going to gulp down the rest of my coffee, grab a surprisingly delish vegan muffin and head off to playgroup.
Also, how cool is it that losers like me can order a free vegetarian starter kit? I wonder if it comes with tofutots? Back off. You can't have mine. Go get your own:
Yesterday, The Butler Did It called to let me know that The Smurfs were being played weekday mornings at 8AM. "The Smurfs??!" I exclaimed incredulously. She seems to share my obsession with talking, hat-wearing blueberries and that's just the coolest. From now on, my morning coffee will take place inside Smurfette's pink mushroom house, where we'll discuss how difficult it is to be the most beautiful women of our species. We share so much, her and I. It's a curse.
Perhaps I'm not the most beautiful woman alive - maybe second, or third when my hair isn't washed - but I feel better than I've felt in a very long time. I wake up fully rested and in a good mood. I no longer feel like a lab rat in a maze on cocaine, trying to figure out what to do first and how to do it and oh-my-god-how-do-I-even-get-started overwhelmed. Anxiety? Down. Stress levels? Down. Anger? Down. Pants? Down.
Just seeing if you were paying attention.
Oh, and I just may feel a little bit better about my hot self because I'm down 14 pounds so far. The last three fell off this week in a heap after I stopped eating meat. While I certainly can't say that's all fat, whatever it was causing that weight to hang out is now no longer there and my clothes are fitting better than ever. I'm sitting at 238 and feeling great. I like the 'eights' because I can rhyme stuff with them. I'm a poet and don't I know it.
Could this day get any better? How could it not? I'm going to playgroup for a second time this week, flanked by a couple of my entourage. Afterwards I'm going to whip up something vivaciously vegan for The Butler Did It, whether she wants it or not. Oh, she may thinks she doesn't want it at first, but once I give it to her she'll know she wanted it all along.
And now that I'm done sounding like a drunken fratboy idiot, I'm going to gulp down the rest of my coffee, grab a surprisingly delish vegan muffin and head off to playgroup.
Also, how cool is it that losers like me can order a free vegetarian starter kit? I wonder if it comes with tofutots? Back off. You can't have mine. Go get your own: