I know the sun’s still shinin’ when I close my eyes
This weekend was a good one, and Friday was actually the best day of the three. Never mind my earlier whining about having to teach a lesson on the day after Thanksgiving—I was so stressed out about it (it was the first lesson for a fifth grader (I don’t teach little kids) on a test I’ve never taught) that I spent the whole morning prepping and showed up horribly overprepared.
I was so relieved by how well it had gone (I’d already made a crummy introductory call and was sure I’d muff the lesson somehow) that I stopped by Randall’s on the way home and bough a whole bunch of food…hence the tostadas. I also made ricotta-filled tomato halves last night and a chicken-rice-tomato soupy thing tonight. It’s a good thing the soup turned out well (it’s got avocado-sour cream sauce to go with it…mmm), because those “four servings” are gonna last me the whole darn week.
I’m particularly proud of the fact that in that whole trunkful of groceries, the only snack food I bought was one package of cookies. Of course, I ate the whole thing* yesterday (I needed something to do with my hands while I took my practice GRE), but that’s to be expected. It’s actually a good thing that I ate them all at once, because now I have no junk food at all in the entire apartment, which is lovely. While I *am* terrible about eating out of boredom, I’m also lazy. If the ice cream is in the freezer, it’ll be gone within the hour, but if I have to walk more than ten feet to get to it, I’ll give up the fight and go do something productive (or at least less fattening)**.
Let’s see, what else…had a good Thanksgiving. I’m waiting on my cousin to email me the pictures so I can show you. Sinterklaas came to Houston early this year, and he brought all the goede kinderen in our house many yummy things. What? He didn’t stop by your house? You must’ve been naughty this year. Or maybe you forgot to leave your shoe on the fireplace. One of the two. Possibly both.
La dee da, I should have gone to bed at least an hour ago, so I’ll stop here. Yay life. It’s my favorite.
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* Before you get to thinking I’m a pig, it was a little package. Like eight cookies. Maybe ten.
** Have you noticed the obscene number of parenthetical comments in this post? They’re confusing. Do you feel your ADD flaring up when you read them? Mwahaha. But really, I should write more coherently. Should.
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