My apologies (not really)

To anyone who can’t find any food to eat today, it’s because I ate all of it yesterday. Yes, all of the food in the universe was consumed by me. And, no, I didn’t track a bite of it. Nor did I run…and for that one day in time, it was all good. It’s not the first “eat everything/track and do nothing” day I’ve ever had, and it won’t be the last. It was planned, it was necessary, and it was awesome.

In addition to the Patriots playing in winning their last game before yet another magnificent appearance at the Superbowl, I had my monthly Cards with Canucks…where, you guessed it, I play cards with my favorite Canucks (my mom, my aunt, my cousin) and a couple of my other friends thrown in for good measure (and more betting money).

I’m not going to go into full drawn out delicious detail about the menu options, but I will just leave you with this picture, from Round 1 of Operation Eat Everything. Feel free to focus on the bag of celery if it makes you feel better.

Other things that happened yesterday/this weekend:

-I took the biggest digger in my living room yesterday and was lucky enough to have two of my best friends witness it. We're talking fully horizontal, legs still running while they're in the air, absolute face plant into the back of the sofa followed by a slow melt down to the floor kind of doozy. I've busted into spontaneous laughter about 7 times today just imagining what it must have looked like.

-I went to a brewery on Friday night for a tasting and tour. Loved it.

-I then followed that up with dinner with my lovely friends followed by a superb hour of watching other people sing karaoke at the bar. Heavenly.

-On Saturday I learned that my super awesome new car is JUNK in the snow, but I took it as an okay to bench myself during snow storms going forward.

-On Saturday night I stayed in, made a lovely WW recipe of caprese pasta salad (seen above in the middle) and some pork tenderloin, and watched The Shining for the zillionth time. Still terrifying.

“Danny, come play with us. For ever and ever and ever………..”

(no more on this post…the author has run screaming from the room)

While (feminine) supplies last...

Last weekend I was at a party and I saw someone’s bag on the floor. (Bag, purse, pocketbook, whatever you call it). I’m not a bag-whore by any means and consider myself big time when I get a bag that costs more than $20 (I mean, you just throw it on the ground wherever you go…).

But this particular bag…it spoke to me. I coveted that bag. I don’t even know what came over me, but before I knew it I had picked it up and was walking around with it like a little girl wearing her mama’s shoes. I didn’t even know whose bag it was. Luckily, the owner was very nice about it, told me that she had coveted someone else’s just like it and had found this one on ebay.

OH RLY.

Cue me frantically searching ebay and finding it! Winning it! Different color but STILL…35 bucks!

It showed up yesterday.

So yeah great, whatever…it’s a bag.

BUT

Not just a bag…you see the previous owner of this bag (had to be on purpose, right?) left a little gift inside.

How do you miss that? How do I take that?