I hate it when I do stupid little things. It throws off my whole self image. Who is this idiot? Certainly I’m not so stupid. Look at my beautiful Mexicali salad. Do you see the problem? I’ll give you a hint. That’s what was left after dinner and there are four more servings there. Give up? Do you see the salad dressing? And how it’s all over the salad. A salad which includes lettuce? I’m putting it in the fridge and praying I can get one more lunch out of it before it turns into a big pile of goo. But I’m not holding my breath. And I’ll pack a backup lunch. All those beautiful vegetables! The first roasted red pepper I ever roasted. All gone to waste. I’m so sad. At least dinner was fun. And fairly tasty. And look. I will distract you with knitting. My orphan scarf progresses. I’m concentrating on the orphan part, not the Valentine’s Day part. Stupid purely commercial holidays that can make me feel sad any damn way. Humph, grump, pfff.
D’oh! and Grr!