Apparently, today was National Spaghetti Day. I must be psychic, because I did not know that last night, when I started to prepare dinner for tonight. And, okay, the recipe called for linguine, but I didn’t have any, so spaghetti it was. Especially since I am trying to stop having quite so much food around, because it’s really getting on my nerves, I was not about to buy a box of linguine when I have a perfectly good box of spaghetti!
Ahem. Where was I? … Oh, yes. Apricot “chicken” with sugar snap peas.
Followed by a somewhat anemic-looking dipping plate.
Because of the aforementioned “stop having so much extra food around” project, I am not buying more English muffins… at least not until I finish the two that are in the freezer.
My wrist is absolutely killing me; couple that with my inexplicably painful foot, and I was extremely glad to be going to the acupuncture clinic this morning so that I could be fixed! Except that when I showed up, nobody was there. Thank goodness I have my acupuncturist’s cell phone number!! Apparently, he is now going to be there on Thursdays instead of Tuesdays, which he neglected to tell me since I missed my last appointments due to A) my vacation and B) the snow day. Ah, well… at least I stopped off in Whole Foods on the way so that it wasn’t a totally wasted trip.
And by the way? When I got back to work after this whole venture, close to 10.00 AM, my co-worker was just arriving. I would love to know how he manages to get away with that, I really would.
That isn’t the co-worker whom I actually like, by the way. He and I were getting a huge kick out of the word “ghoti” today. I have no life, so I actually went through the hassle of figuring out that I have a ghoti pteighknch. Constructing words like that is not as easy as you would think!!
I’m actually wondering why on earth I am awake right now. I went to the pool to enjoy a lovely swim, came back to do some cooking, and then I should have gone to sleep… but I didn’t. Partly because our basement resident (one of them has already left) came in, and we got to chatting. He’s a photographer, among many other things, and he has a crapload of lenses here. Lucky for him, he uses a Nikon, so I can’t steal any. Hmph.
Okay, I’m going to bed. You, however, can go watch this video, and if it doesn’t make you want to stick a fork in your head within twenty four hours, you are a special breed of person.
Happy Hump Day.
“For some, pleasure is a fever they can’t shake. For others, it’s a disease they cannot seem to catch.”