It has been a helluva week.
I had really hoped today would be easy. I mean, I went to GREAT LENGTHS to make today easy. And I had lunch plans! That involved sushi!
And, as could be predicted, it went to hell in a handbasket. Everyone’s in SUCH an ugly mood around here. It’s horrible.
And no sushi. None. (Monday, right?)
At this risk of looking majorly clingy, I read this post today and it made me guffaw. The clingy part is where we emailed further AND I added her to my Google Links AND now I’m linking to her in this post. I swear I’m not clingy. I’m a redhead, after all.
So while we were temporarily evicted, my second (and final, now) month of my pre-packaged food diet came in. I have a bone to pick about this that I realized as I unpacked my next month of food. As in most of these kinds of diets, you can pick your meals. I picked what sounded okay to me the first month, and through trial-and-error I’ve learned what I will eat (cheese tortellini and three-cheese chicken pasta) and what I won’t (why did I pick split pea soup?). So I tailored my second month to that knowledge.
THEY STILL SENT ME CRAP I WON’T EAT. I was livid. So instead of lunches ONLY consisting of cheese tortellini and tomato-and-corn chowder, I received ANOTHER two things of split pea soup, chicken a la king, and beef stew. STEW? SERIOUSLY? So, I will not be continuing this. Split pea soup. BLECH.
(In defense of split pea soup, I had some very good split pea soup in the town of Solvang, CA. But I cannot eat it without envisioning The Exorcist.)
In other news, we had a fantabulous rehearsal last night for The Vagina Monologues. If you’re in our lovely little Northern Alabama metro, you should definitely come out to see it in March. I am the angry vagina. And I sure do love saying that.