I know it’s not Tuesday, guys…I know I said I would post on Tuesday.
LIES HURTFUL LIES.
I didn’t eat breakfast… just a cup of coffee…which I didn’t finish because it was gross.
It was a birthday party celebration!
A celebration that began with a sensible egg-salad sandwich and fruit…
And we continue with an even more sensible salad…
And then…I RUINED EVERYTHING.
I made (with some modifications) Pioneer Woman’s “Knock You Naked Brownies“…
No one (luckily, we were at work) was actually knocked naked. The modification was a blondie layer on top…magic, my bibbles, magic.
Then I was predictably starving when I got home because…I ALWAYS AM.
Anyhoes…I made a snack.
It’s no big deal…just some grilled chicken with goat cheese, basil, and a drizzle of olive oil.
Did you like that oxford comma?
And then we went to Eddie’s and watched my favorite team lose to my least favorite team so I got really sad and ate my feelings.
But I only had one beer so…yay Claire?
If I were ever to go to therapy…and they asked me to draw my feelings…I would just draw a pizza.