Sunday Sunday….Am lolling about in my food coma. The diet of matzoh and cheese isn’t working - someone mentioned the word “muffin” and I just about tore the city apart searching for one. Wound up with a piece of lemon cake from Starbucks. Then I came home and had a sleeve of Do.si.dos with a glass of (lactose-free) milk. Once again life is good.
The matzoh thing was basically out of laziness - I have a big box left from our Passover seder. Low sodium matzoh…mmmmm. It was there, it’s too hot to turn on the stove and I didn’t feel like cooking anyway. So it’s matzoh and cheese for lunch, matzoh and cheese for dinner. Matzoh and cheese for late afternoon snack.
I’m all sparkly because I used my Body Shop cranberry shimmer lotion today. That stuff smells heavenly! Before I got my Trish #9 which is blackcurrant and vanilla, I used the cranberry lotion with St Ives vanilla body lotion to simulate the smell. I’m glad they changed the formulation of the lotion because it used to make my skin look ashy. Now it’s just sparkly bits highlighting my skin tone. Lovely.
Church tonight was weird. I barely knew anyone there. I was sad that I didn’t see D. I’m afraid I may be developing a tweensy crush on the boy…..Where do I think I’m going with that?
I avoided being the world’s worst daughter by mere hours. I didn’t finish my mother’s present in time to mail it to her, so last night, after about an hours searching, I found flowers that would be delivered on Sunday and not cost the price of a tank of gas. She sounded pleased on the phone today, but you never really know with mom. Six months from now she could be warning me not to send her some cheap-o flowers in lieu of a real gift.
So here it is the 9th. That leaves only 5 more days till I travel east to meet the Man of My Dreams (MOMD). I’m not looking forward to it. Why did I agree to this? Oh yeah, so my friends will get off my back. Not that I’m opposed to the hookup, but this seems so contrived I almost feel sorry for the poor guy. I can see it now - every “please pass the salt” will be followed by half a dozen winks and nudges. I promised that I would go and I’ve spoken my reservations, so there’s nothing left but the grinning and bearing of it. I only hope that MOMD has a sense of humor.