Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Confession: I have yet to start my taxes. I mean, how hard can they be, right? Hard enough for me to avoid them like the plague. Or the plaque, which I am also attempting to avoid after not seeing the dentist since who knows when.

But here is what I am doing. Making veggie gumbo.

I am not cleaning, I am not applying for jobs, & I am nowhere near accepting that Kaylee is gone, but I am making some killer (bad choice of words?) comfort foods.

Confession again: I bought Jillian Michaels: 6 Week Six-Pack well over six weeks ago & have yet to start. But I did do some yoga tonight. Clearing my head is not at all easy right now.

Confession the third: I didn't even take a tiny little taste of the Sweet Pickled Onion Watermelon Radish Salad that I made last night. When I took it out of the fridge, it smelled like mildew, so I decided to pass. Russell J took a bite and also decided against eating it. We also lit an orange blossom candle in the kitchen to exorcise the smell. So that's how it's going with the radishes.


Rebekah said...

This is your best post.

My heart laughed for 5 minutes at "Or the plaque"

But then you slayed me with "Confession the third"

and put the icing on the cake with your sentence fragment (which I love using for emphasis and Word hates me for) "So that's how it's going with the radishes"

I love you. This was awesome.

kt said...

Sentence fragments are my faaaaave. I often got called out for them (by PEER EDITORS, no less!) in high school English. "Helloooo, people. I KNOW it's a fragment. It's for emphasis." I was, & still am, too sassy for my own good.