Today, I organized the dickens out of my closet.
Then, I did this in front of said closet:
(gif from Something Unheard Of)
Then, I organized my pantry and did the same thing there.
Recaulked the tub. Very similar scene.
Finally, I made these crepes for lunch. Ditto.
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to feel awesome, and a lunch like this–it really isn’t much. The crepes part may be a little time-consuming, but it’s worth it. Not to mention that I’d much rather make 1,000 crepes than spend literally even 8 precious seconds organizing shoes. Boooorrrring. This lunch, though? Not boring.
I just spent a fantastic couple of days in a place I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t really know existed. Did you know that there is a ton of amazing wine, food, coffee, and opportunity for adventure in Okanagan Valley, British Columbia? I will probably mention it again on here, most likely while whining that I can’t retire yet. It’s true.
Before I left, I made this bad boy and invited a couple of my favorite people over. It’s the rational thing to do before skipping town: pack your phone charger, make sure you haven’t lost your passport, get pumped about doing the New York Times crossword (in-flight ritual–just me?), make an enormous meal.
Posted in Entertaining, Main courses, Meat, Summer, weekend
Tagged chicken, chorizo, clams, grilling, rice, saffron, seafood, shrimp, spanish, valencian
Thank you, MTV masterpiece 16 and Pregnant, for my new favorite Deep Thoughts Line in the whole universe: “Don’t take away somebody’s rodeo.”
Scene: Teenage Cowboy 1 talks to Teenage Cowboy 2 about how TC2′s pregnant girlfriend wants him to quit riding antagonized 2,000-lb beasts in light of his recent string of concussions. As in, one brain, multiple concussions. Womp womp, who invited Princess Funkiller from Planet NoRodeoForYou? But he doesn’t want to quit, man, because, something about adrenaline and freedom.
TC1 says something like “Quit ridin’? No way, man. Don’t take away somebody’s rodeo.” I’m not sure how deep that was supposed to be, but next thing I knew, I was giggling uncontrollably into my plate of noodles.
And what a plate of noodles it was.
Today, I’ve already (questionably) worked the reference into conversation about fantasy baseball. To make myself laugh. Whatever–I’m sure there’s something wrong with you too. And I like you, because this blog is my rodeo. Thank you for not taking away my rodeo. XOXO.