My Monday was going exceedingly well. I was a veritable ball of energy as I worked my way through a household to-do list. I climbed the Mt. Everest of laundry that was leftover from yesterday’s laundromat fun. I single-handedly tackled an army of dirty dishes. I played nurse to my sick dog and I wrangled the cat from the depths of the closet where he likes to spend his afternoons/turn my wardrobe into a hairy calamity.
Sadly, around 5PM, while I was at work, my energy checked out. And I have sort of been a blob ever since. (As I was writing that, I thought to myself, “Sheesh, it’s probably almost midnight — I gotta go to bed!” Think again, Grandma. It’s 9:48).
Lucky for The Recently-Returned Roommate and myself, The Boyfriend made dinner tonight: garlic and oregano baby back ribs and arroz rojo (red rice). All I had to do was show up, fork in hand. And that is what I did.
I am about to fall asleep right here on the keyboard, but before I do, I will broach the subject of cookies. I admit that I have been in the holiday spirit as of late. I know it’s premature. I’m having flashbacks to my youth, when my sister decided the morning after Halloween marked the beginning of the Christmas music season. During the month of November you could constantly find my mother at the foot of the stairs yelling over stains of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.” “Turn that off! It’s not even Thanksgiving!” The recent Real Simple issue did nothing to quell my holiday spirit, by the way. And since no one likes to feel festive all alone, I invite you to sign up for Real Simple’s Cookie-A-Day e-newsletter. It appears my little sister is now a consultant at Real Simple: from November 1 until New Years you get a holiday cookie recipe delivered daily to your inbox. Need I say more?
Good night, blogland.
