Editor’s note: I attempted to post this last night, but WordPress choked and I opted to go to bed. Five good things to combat the Monday malaise:
- This Classic Mojo shirt. After I purchased it I was rewarded with this great graphic. It’s the little things.
- I’d considered heading to First Ave, for The Clientele/Peter Bjorn and John show tonight. But the thought of a quiet night in, watching the Heroes season premiere, was too appealing. I was just barely able to get NBC tuned in. Now would be a good time for some basic cable.
- A friend made me another mix, this time the theme seems to be ridiculous and random. It’s got everything from Lil Mama to Menomena, Hall & Oates to Justin Timberlake, Justice, Out Hud, The Blow, Spoon, Vitalic and then some. It’s fabulous.
- Bedtime with the little man. He now declares “no kissing!” before our bedtime hug. Last night I couldn’t help myself and planted a big sloppy one on his cheek. He shouted “you’re fired!” - thankfully he had a big smile on his face while he said it.
- Also last night, the little man’s Dad stopped over to reconnect our gas stove. I can cook again, for reals! And an added bonus? He brought along some vegan carrot cake cupcakes he’d made. I’ve gotta say, I’ve got some damned nice exes.
Bonus: Two tasty tidbits from the NY Times. 1) Don’t Even Think of Touching That Cupcake and 2) Please Don’t Marry Our Daughters.
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that cupcake article was pretty good.
i wasn’t allowed to eat school lunch or eat the things kids brought to class for their birthdays. I was fine with eating a bag lunch everyday, but when cupcake time rolled around and i was sitting there frowning at a gummy strip of organic fruit leather, i internalized healthy habits as the complete opposite of fun.
i still feel that way.
sigh.
That is exactly what I’m afraid of, with the little man! He’s been vegan since birth, but he’s also had lots and lots of cupcakes. And thankfully his school doesn’t have a lunch program so everyone has a bag lunch everyday. And half the kids are all gluten-free and/or dairy-free or allergic to peanuts. So it’s not just us! Phew. But yeah, I know what you mean.
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