SANTAAAAA. I KNOW HIM.
That’s how I feel when Fridays roll around.
I’m celebrating with a bowl of oatmeal the size of my head. It’s very rare when I can’t physically finish my breakfast, but I probably would’ve given birth to oatmeal if I ate it all. Well played, Too Jay’s.
There’s not a lot to post about around here. But I’ll catch you up while I catch myself up. Everything’s just running together these days.
It’s August if you didn’t know. Yesterday morning I was walking it out on the treadmill before work watching the news and the host described Florida’s weather as “oppressive.” I think she forgot “disgusting, thick, sticky, unbearable, and unforgiving.” Florida is just mean this time of year.
I’m trying to wait until later in the evening to go for walks, but when 8 p.m. rolls around and it’s still oppressive I usually just give in and own that swamp ass sweat.
Wednesday night was smoothie night. I hadn’t had any green all day so I crammed as much spinach and kale as I could into a blender with some berries and banana.
It was awful. If there’s one thing I haven’t perfected yet it’s making smoothies. If I ever offer to make you one, turn me down harder than that nasty kid that asked you to senior prom. Kapeesh?
I’m slowly moving to a new apartment over the next week and while I’m very excited, I’m freaking stressed. Like, who actually enjoys switching over electric, cable, Internet, mailing addresses, and making a billion trips back and forth between apartments? All in the oppressive humidity. Joy.
And these are four of my favorite reads from this week:
My Shine Project: 5 Sacrifices Every Business Owner Has Made
Venus Trapped In Mars: The Dos and Don’ts of Cooking
Cupcakes and Cashmere: 5 Favorite Bras
Man Repeller: Assholes On A Plane
Have a great Friday. Party hard.