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.