There are some times in everyone's lives that are harder than others. Maybe the difficulty is in school work, or a job, or moving (hi lady!), or being in the middle of a show (hi diva!). Other times, it could be things going on at home with your family: unanticipated changes, tough breaks, or exciting happenings that you miss out on (hi Hillary! I can't wait to meet you!)
And some days, the sum of all these parts can add up to a whole that is wholly overwhelming, leaving you babbling and eating chocolate cookie dough that you made precisely because there is no. chocolate. in the house. Although, I'm pretty sure the glucose tolerance test earlier that day could have done that too. I mean, give a person 100 grams of glucose in less than 2 minutes (chug! chug! chug!) well---that screws you up. I turned into a hyperactive chipmunk giggling uncontrollably to someone who felt incredibly ill and off-kilter in a matter of minutes. And then there's the poking. Jeez louise, I'm fine with needles, but when you go twice in the same vein it really hurts. Really hurts.
But NOW my friends, it is beautiful outside. Abso-friggin-gorgeous, if you will. I did some lab work, bought some wonderful fruits and vegetables at the farmer's market, and made zucchini bread. And then a goat cheese/roasted beet/walnut/cranberry salad with arugula and oakleaf lettuce for dinner (with some pasta and sweet Italian sausage from my favorite butcher here). It was a lovely day.
In other news, I found this dress online yesterday. And I don't know what to do with myself except stop buying food so I can purchase it. In all the available colors. I will wear it everyday (well, every second that I'm not in lab, I guess).
It is one-size-fits-all, and you can wrap it literally a zillion different ways:
Yes, it is $246.00. But think of the versatility! I am beyond sold for this dress.
Also, in quota for the randomness of the day, I would like to air my disdain for the word "hubby." Now, I have nothing against people who like/use the word. But to me, it sounds like "tubby" which means, in effect, if you call someone that particular word, it is akin to calling them lard-face, or fatty. It just doesn't jive with me. I cringe every time I hear it or read it. Pet nicknames are fine, odd formal denotations of who you are are fine (my brother calls me "Sister" with a capital S almost exclusively)...but hubby just drives me crazy! "Me and the hubs" NOOOoooo stop calling him this name that makes me feel like you're telling me he looks like a big fat 'ol plastic thing of fatty fat fat Jabba-the-Hut-like nastiness. It makes my skin crawl!
I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy, but gosh...it is one my list of nails-on-a-chalkboard words. Although, if you want good words, I'm all about gregarious, malevolent, pneumococcus, ubiquitination, saccharomyces...those are some good words.