1. So I got the blue Akira dress. And at first I was pleasantly surprised because the material was nicer than I expected. But then I put it on. And was unpleasantly surprised to learn that the medium was, in fact, too big. So the search continues.
Honestly, I just want to find a dress now so I can stop talking about it. Because I literally can’t stop talking about it. I’m a woman possessed. Possessed by a phantom dress I invented in my mind.
There’s probably a Latin term for that condition, right? Something that ends in -mania.
2. One of my favorite bloggers (and one of my lovely sponsors!) wrote a post about expectations and romance today that I really liked. The gist of it is that you need to ask for what you want, rather that simply get pissed off and broken hearted when your significant other doesn’t psychically know what you want. (I totally butchered the elegance of how Liz described it. Just go read the post.)
3. Today I discovered dark chocolate with a touch of sea salt. And my life was never the same again.
It’s a giant bar of chocolate, so my plan is to eat it slowly throughout the week. It’s literally taking everything I have not to tear into my snack drawer and devour the entire thing.
4. Last night, I made this for dinner, and it was AWESOME. And super easy. And healthy! I followed the recipe exactly, so it’s not really worth doing my own post about it, but I highly recommend it if healthy chicken enchiladas sounds like something you would enjoy. It’s also husband-approved, so that’s just a bonus.
5. Broke and ate two more squares of chocolate since writing #3. I may have a disease.
Susan: Well, I guess today we’re discussing whether or not you can hide the murder weapon
Me: Can you?
Susan: Oh, no you shouldn’t take the gun.
Me: I should hide it?
Susan: I mean, you should. But I can’t tell you how to hide it.
Me: Oh, ok.
Susan: And I can’t hide it for you.
Me: Fair enough.
Susan: BUT. If you hide the gun and tell me where you hid it, I can go find it and wipe it down. As long as i tell law enforcement where I found it.
Me: Bahaha. I love the laws of our country.
Aaaaand THAT’S why I love having best friends in law school.
I’m not a particularly indulgent person.
I mean, sure, I can treat yo self with the best of ’em. But in general, my Practical Polly ways win out.
Like any good rule, though, there are exceptions.
Can I just express how much I love doing really indulgent things on my lunch break? I mean, come on. You’re sitting at your desk all day, and while life may not be miserable, it’s certainly not (most likely) the time of your life. (And if it is…well, you’re probably a circus performer. And some of us are uneasy around clowns, so that career path isn’t a viable option.)
It’s nice to know that you can escape for a bit and do something for yourself.
Remember that time I got my hair washed and dried on my lunch break? Greatest decision ever.
And today, I got my nails done. Boom, instantly more relaxed. (Although the color turned out a bit more “Barbie” than I intended. C’est la vie, amiright?)(SEE HOW RELAXED AND CHILL I AM NOW?)
Anyway. If you’re having a rough day, I strongly encourage lunchtime pampering. Anyone else do this? (Or am I the only occasionally self-indulgent one out there?)
Do you ever get fascinated by certain people?
I don’t want to use the word “obsessed.” Because obsessed implies something insidious or evil is going on.
I’m talking about fascination. When there’s some fringe person in your life (because if you know this person too well, fascination is officially obsession) who you just want to know everything they do so you can study it.
Because that’s really what makes fascination different from obsession. You don’t really want to be involved with the person. You just want to know everything about them. It fascinates you.
And don’t go getting all judge-y on me about how you wouldn’t dream of doing something as creepy as “studying” a person, because I know everyone does it. EVEN YOU.
So come on, ‘fess up. Who gets fascinated now and then?
I have been having the WORST chocolate cravings lately. Specifically chocolate chip cookies.
(Before you can even think it, no, I’m not pregnant. Just…me.)
This is a problem for multiple reasons.
1. As much as I love chocolate and will champion the argument that it’s fine to eat every day in moderation, the crux of that argument is “in moderation.” Meaning I shouldn’t eat it after (or for) every meal no matter how badly my brain is saying, “NOMNOMNOM.”
2. I don’t really keep a lot of sweets in the house. So if I want a chocolatey baked good, I have to either buy it or make it.
3. If I make chocolatey baked goods, I will have to eat the whole thing myself. Because the hubs doesn’t like chocolate. (I KNOW, right??) And as much as I would LIKE to eat an entire package of Pillsbury Break-and-Bake cookies by myself…well…just see #1 again.
Which brings us full circle.
And is ALSO why this idea on Pinterest caught my eye and has been tempting me all morning:
BROWNIE IN A MUG. The full recipe is here on Babble.
It seems almost too good to be true, right? Rich, brownie goodness in minutes? In a single-serve portion? IT CAN’T BE DONE.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t fully intend to try it. Has anyone attempted anything similar? Was it awesome? Or awful?
ill write them up a non disclosure agreement and email it to them
be like – sign this fools – love annie
(oh how our “do it” chant has become much more lame)
2005 edition – do it – kiss that boy
2012 edition – do it – write that contract
this will be the moment we think of when people ask, “When did you know you were an adult?”
When the “do it” chant required legal action.
I read a lot of blogs. Every day. But today, well, today, this one resonated:
When I think back to that time I can’t help but to steal away for a moment and sink deep into those memories. That girl was wild. She was foolish and brave and loud and eager. She made mistakes that break my heart to this day. She made other decisions that still make me proud. She took risks without a second thought that today would make me vomit on my shoes. Sometimes I’d like to go back, grab her by the shoulders and beg her to stop for a minute and just talk to me. She and I, we still have a lot in common but with every passing Thursday I realize how far apart we’ve grown.