Warning: there is absolutely no point or purpose to this blog post.
I miss sweets. I gave them up for Lent, as you may or may not know, and Easter simply can’t come fast enough. The chocolate cravings haven’t driven me into the fetal position yet, but I feel as though that could be in my future. The Girl Scout cookies (banished to the freezer in the garage) are taunting me. Not cool, cookies. Not cool. You do not get your “Be Nice To Amy Badge”.
Gummy multi-vitamins are my dessert these days. I get so excited in anticipation of vitamin time after dinner each evening. It’s like eating candy.
The silver lining is that I am remembering to take my vitamins in the first place. Normally I forget and stumble across a 3/4 full bottle of not-so-gummy fruit-shaped rock candy, months past the expiration date.
Do you pay close attention to expiration dates? I’m kind of in the ‘sniff it and check for mold’ school when it comes to food safety. “Use by” dates are more suggestion than rule. Much to K’s dismay. Pretty sure he’s convinced that I’m going to get a nasty case of food poisoning someday.
Why is it that I somehow attribute impossible capabilities to my ears when I curl my hair? It’s like suddenly I’m so afraid that they’re going to develop the ability to jump away from my head and attack the curling iron. I wince – waiting for it to happen.
When you’re eating something especially delicious, do you mentally prepare yourself to really appreciate and savor the last bite? And then if you happen to eat that last bite without really paying attention to the fact that it’s the last bite, do you feel kind of cheated? I do.
And that’s all for now. Good day to you, fine people.
Share some of your random thoughts with me. Please. I’m begging you.