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.
2 comments:
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.
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.
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