I do this thing where I expect all my favorite bloggers to blog five times a day, but I can’t even manage to post once a week sometimes. But why would I bore you with my work week? The most exciting thing that happened to me this week was I dropped my sunglasses in the toilet. Then I fished them out with my bare hands just moments before they slipped down into the dark hole of Sewerland. Luckily this was all before going to the bathroom. A normal person would probably just flush them. But nooo not me! I fish them out like a grizzly and wash them up right good with tons of anti-bacterial soap. Still wondering if I should even keep them. I decide to, then wash them five more times. Then put them on my face and go for a walk.
Don’t judge me.
I started this weekend off right. One of the guys I work with took a couple of us to lunch at George’s at the Cove in La Jolla. We started off with a lovely cocktail, then I had the best Po’ Boy sandwich ever. Probably because it wasn’t a Po’ Boy, it was a Rich Boy with fancy seared Albacore and freshly smashed guacamole that I’m pretty sure had crack in it. Naturally I ate too much and proceeded to nod off the rest of the afternoon at work, constantly checking if that favorite blogger blogged yet. She hasn’t. UGH! I’m at home now trying to muster up some energy to go running. I finally slid off the couch long enough to write this very intriguing blost (that was a true typo, my fingers were typing slower than my brain. blost=blog post) for you all.