With a toasted bagel and cream cheese and a large Diet Coke, I might love them forever.
I will settle for tap water and toast, though, because that is what I have in my apartment.
Tag: Monday
BUT I DON’T WANT IT TO BE MONDAY.
I had a very lovely, very New York weekend. Two, yes TWO, yummy brunches and catch up time with friends. A high school alumni event that went just as I hoped. And no nemesis sightings. I walked all over this fair island. And I could really use a massage.
The only sad part is that I keep doing this thing where I think just because it is March, suddenly the cold, cold wind will go away. Newsflash–it is still very present.
MONDAY AGAIN.
This weekend went too quickly. And the excitement of the Oscars on Sunday night just made my usually quiet and restorative Sunday evening rather intense. Between the Oscar party I attended and the constant group texting with my mother and sister, I did very little relaxing.
I didn’t really enjoy the broadcast that much–like most things it has become too big of a deal. And I didn’t win the office pool. But I did bring onion dip to the party and it did get eaten.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 