Right now I am eating left over squash from the amazing polenta dinner I made for claire and kamel while he was in town this weekend. Mmm… my own leftovers are kind of a novelty because when do I ever cook for more than just one person? For reals. But really – god what a time saver when you get home from work and it’s dark out. Sigh. Leftovers. Who knew? Probably all of a middle america. That’s who. Hello out there.
Anyways. So. The weekend. I was MIA because I was entertaining and playing a lot of snood. Remember snood?? I think instead of writing I’ll become a professional snood player, on a constant quest to meet that high score i had that one time and will never again achieve. It won’t be a fulfilling life, no, but it will come with some friggin sweet sound effects.
I went to the Puyallup fair (actually the Western Washington Fair… so it was a biggy) and I haven’t gone in 6 years!! And I finally went!! And I brought Kamel and we took pictures of (as Kamel kept saying) “America”. Cuz it really was with all the blue ribbons and designs made out of vegetables. And COWS! Oh the cute cows – all manicured and clean w/o poop smeared all over their butts. I got to pet one. It made my day. It’s name was Peggy. Seriously – when I was a kid it was the rides that had me running to the fair, but now it’s totally all the crazy people that come out and dress in flag muscles shirts… and the animals. I love the animals. But dude – I don’t think I’ve ever seen more pregnant women in one place before in all my LIFE. It was like an epidemic. And pregnant teens. Now that’s wholesome american fun for ya. Dropping out of high school to have a baby and live with your baby’s daddy who may or may not have an actual job or a high school education. Weird.
Anyways… what else? I’m starting to work a lot. Wee! Which means everything is finally falling into place. Wee! I’m getting fatter though. Which is a bummer. So from now on I’ll be much more diligent about working out regularly and eating well. It’s hard to do when you work in a bakery and the baker is always making you things. Special. Just for you. Don’t you want one? No? You work in a bakery. What’s wrong with you? You don’t want a giant piece of cake? Well how will you know how to sell it then? I’ll cut you a small piece. There ya go, honey. Eat up. Nomnomnom.