This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time!
It got my tummy flipping in excitement even more the overhearing that my work crush and his sort of long distance girlfriend are giving up on the realtionship.
Ok–off to do the Trader Joe’s dance!!!
This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time!
It got my tummy flipping in excitement even more the overhearing that my work crush and his sort of long distance girlfriend are giving up on the realtionship.
Ok–off to do the Trader Joe’s dance!!!
Here is a brief list of my faults, issues, and confessions. There is no way in the universe that I would ever be able to list all of them, but here are the ones that seem to be causing me the most trauma lately.
It has been said that confession is good for the soul. So until some university gets a bazillion dollars to study this and prove it wrong (while people are dying of diseases and such) I will stick with random confessions.
For the record, my idea of a confession is to tell the world (or whoever will listen) about things that either I am not proud of, am afraid of, or simply don’t make me very cool. (In general I don’t know that I am very cool, so in theory everything I say is a confession? oh hell, I’m rambling now).
My confessions for August 1, 2007:
OK–that’s all the confessing I have in me for today. I’m tired. I need to go read some more Harry Potter and my dog just rolled off the bed in his sleep. Should be an interesting night 🙂
My mom had told me about this wonderful contraption when I was in LA for Mother’s Day, but even The Container Store didn’t have it.
Luckily she found them here and I received a package containing a pink one and an orange one yesterday. This is a feat of engineering and us cereal lovers don’t reap the benefits of those very often. There is even a dang spoon in the lid!!!
This morning was my first time using it and it rocked. I think I’ll keep the gel thing in the fridge, not the freezer (icy milk is weird!) and I recommend washing it out if you’re going to keep it on your desk. Damp Special K is a bit gross looking, even with a jazzy pink top.
I’ll be a breakfast eater yet…..thanks Mom!