Deep Breath. Inhale….and….exhale. Ahhhhh… Ommmmm…..shanti…शान्ति.
I’m now entering the realm of OMMM- On My Mind Monday – Where the breathing is deep, but the thoughts? Not so much. Here are some random thinks I’ve thunk this past week. Welcome to my inner sanctum of silly.
silly > sad.
I weigh and measure 99% of my food. I also have a love affair with peanut butter – which I prefer to consume in increments of 1/2 Tablespoon.
Peanut Butter. Me. Obviously, I use the pants off my 1/2 Tablepoon. Like everyday. Naturally, I lose them, break them, garbage disposalize them, and *blush* mindlessly throw them away at 3am in kitchen lit only by the light of the refrigerator door.
So my problem: I have like 15 sets of spoons and one 1/2 Tablespoon. That’s a lot of drawer space. And ca$h money. Every time I lose one I have to replace the entire set. For some reason it is SO difficult for me to find a set of measuring spoons with the 1/2 T measurement. I always have to go to like two stores at least. I don’t know why. Can they not make ALL sets have the 1/2 T? So rude. Also why can’t they sell individual spoons. They probably do. At the spoon store.
Whatever. I have a difficult life.
I need a vacation.
All this picture needs is unicorns. And peanut butter.
If you really REALLY for-real-deal wanna know what’s been on my mind…I will share with you the email reply I got from a friend yesterday. It made my day.
Fabulous Attitude Train
Fancy Acrobatic Toad (I know, I remember.)
Fluffy Ass Toot
Flaming Apple Tort
Finely Attuned Theorist
Flickering Asteroid Trail
Frilly Alpaca Tail
Friends Always Tell
[I didn’t mean for the last three to rhyme, but they did. Now it’s your turn. GO! Get your F.A.T. on!]
But that’s all I’m gonna say about that. No sense indulging insanity. If I can avoid it…..because I may be a little insane.
What in the actual what.
I HAD to snap a photo when I found myself going for my afternoon walk in this get up. Don’t even ask. There is hardly any reason or excuse.
I’m having issues with my feets and hence the compression socks…other than that? I got nothing. So, yeah. This is me. Just a free crazy lady spirit OR…THAT weirdo freak in the neighborhood. You decide.
I will tell you I walked around like that…and yet it is REALLY bothering me that I am showing you my dusty mirror and sloppy PJ pile down there on the right. I make sense.
This post is getting too long.
- What is your favorite F.A.T acronym (from above)?