I woke up with a sprained taste bud. Damn SweeTarts. Maggie and I both noticed what a balmy temperature awaited us outside this morning. Both of us said something about being back in Mexico. Those were the days. Boy was sick, so I dropped Girl off at school and headed into work.
More paperwork; closing files, making phone calls, referrals… then off to juvenile hall! Thursdays are my short to our days in the hall so I can get a six-hour stretch on Fridays.
I rushed to the other office to meet with clients. It was here that aging and a love of Mexican food showed their nasty selves: my eyeballs felt as if they were throbbing – I’m sure because I haven’t been using my little cheaters in reading. Then there’s the point of this damned Victoria’s Secret bra. Their new way of measurement is ridiculous, I feel as I have a girdle strapped around my ribcage. Accountability: I’ve gained 8 pounds back from excessive Mexican food eating. I keep hoping that simple means 4 pounds a breast, yet I don’t think it’s that easy.
One of my clients is someone who recently experienced a horrific car accident which has altered their young life. Hmm.
Store for milk, then home. Maggie and I whipped up a delicious dinner of pesto shrimp and gnocchi. SO GOOD! This was my first gnocchi ever…. I settled down for a little bit of OJ before making sure the boy had done the laundry i’d asked for (he had). If he still sick tomorrow, I’m going to ask him to clean the bathrooms (he does an amazing job).
Pics ‘n vid: Our NorCal Mexico weather – balmy and beautiful; It is, you should (Pssst! Eat burritos!); A video of Sponge Bob doing Europe’s “Final Countdown”, because lately, it just may be, so why the hell not?
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