My fingers smell like Kalamata olives because I dumped them into a greek salad earlier… which I would be super OK with, if only it didn’t make me want to bite my fingernails! Also, the salad is legit. Massive chunks of cucumber and feta tossed with julienned basil, Kalamata olives, and halved grape tomatoes. For a dressing I tossed on EVOO, lemon juice, salt, and balsamic vinegar. Not entirely sure why I gave you that recipe, but there you go! That’s what I had for dinner tonight. Along with a piece of chocolate that no one shall mention ever again >_>
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Factoid of the Week:
Saturn spins so quickly on its axis that the planet flattens itself out into an oblate spheroid.
Fortnite tutors are a thing. And yes, parents are paying them
Arkansas man tried to steal jet to go to concert
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CDC: STOP WASHING AND REUSING CONDOMS
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I was in the grocery store last week and I saw this woman sneaking up and down every aisle, whispering to herself and pulling things out of her bag at certain shelves before setting them down in a haphazard way. It was such odd behavior that I followed her. When I got close enough, I could tell she had an open box of cereal in her purse and was setting tiny Cheerios down, murmuring instructions to them before she would run off and repeat the process.
If you have a habit of sleeping with someone, you’ve probably had a less than enjoyable night’s sleep caused by the tempest whirling around beside you. They get hot and fling the covers off, they cannot rest and so begins a night of crocodile death rolls, or they have a wild dream and end up slapping you across the face.
Jacob’s company is doing this five week competition that can land people money for exercising… and it is glorious and going to kill me. My team is ranked 8th out of the entire fortune 100 company, and I am 2nd on my team. I also want to yell at some of the members on my team… how are you going to commit to joining a team that is logging mad exercise hours and only workout 30 mins every other day! I cannot threaten or cajole anyone because everyone knows I am Jacob’s wife and I don’t want to get his work people annoyed at him, but COME ON! Take a walk at lunch or something. Damn.
Today I beat the Trial of the Sword on BoTW and it was glorious! I didn’t realize that there were three stages (which was very helpful because of the dying). The first stage was the hardest… even though it was meant to be the baby stage to get your feet wet. It was awful. I died 7 times. That means I had to restart EIGHT TIMES before I finally made it to the last stage. The next two (17 and then 24 rooms respectively) I had to restart once a piece. I am sad now that I am done. That was fun. Again!
I just spilled water on my laptop… I panicked a bit… but everything seems to be ok. I’m also VERY tired and would like a nap, so I’m more concerned with getting a few Zzz’s than I am with my laptop exploding. Also, freaking waterproof mascara, man. Why. They should make small shots of waterproof mascara for those of us that literally want it for one freaking day. Like when you get married and have your sig-fig telling you that he is going to make you ball like a baby. Amateur. I only cry during Braveheart.
GUYS! I did it! I have finally accomplished my mission! I HAVE RECEIVED A JUMP SUIT THAT WORKS! It’s tall enough through the legs and torso, doesn’t show my arms, or boobs, and is super light. I’m going to die. It’s like wearing footy PJ’s in public, but being totally accepted by everyone as fashionable while doing it. I cannot express my happy. Jumpsuits are life. I am hungry.
I’ve gotten my wardrobe pared down to things I actually wear (donated everything I did not wear!), so I decided to organize and clean up my closet a bit. I hanged everything in order, folded everything that needed folded, and moved winter things to areas that I could reach, but wouldn’t have to sort through to reach Spring/Summer clothing. I stepped back from my creation to see that nothing I have is bright and cheery… it’s all dark (very dark). The “brightest” things I have are a couple dark-wine colored tanks, a pair of deep olive shorts, and the silver band that wraps the neck of a black maxi-dress… So… yeah. Yay Spring.
When in High School, I used to listen to Aerosmith a good deal… not entirely sure how I even found out about them, but it was essentially the only music I owned (Hah, remember when you used to buy music?). Since then, my tastes have evolved into a sort of hybrid of death metal, chainsaws, electrocution, and tinky-tink fairy puff. That all goes together smoothly, right? I only mention any of this because I found a Russian metal cover of Dream On… it was awesome.