Well, we survived another Derby with our organs semi-intact.
I don’t know about you, but I’m excited to have a week with nothing on my agenda. I can actually cut the grass and catch up on Handmaiden’s Tale, although if someone wants to come cut my grass for me, I’ll give them some bourbon.
I’m starting a low-carb situation this week, so I’m guessing I’m going to be grumpy and full of cheese. Although cheese usually makes my happy, the no chocolate thing does not. No fries. No blueberries. No Dundee Dip.
I stepped on the scale this morning and immediately became faint. I’ve never seen that number so high, and I’ve got to fit into a bathing suit later this month. I wish I could wire my jaw shut like that one chick did in one of the early Real Worlds.
I can’t remember if that worked for her or not. Hey, bourbon can be sipped through a straw, right? But cheese cannot, unless it’s that squirt cheese. Yum.