It happened quite by accident, but I went running this morning. Like full-on, non-old man running. Well, maybe a little bit old man running. But definitely not walking. I was so sweaty and horrifically, wretchedly smelly. I almost slipped off the toilet seat when I sat down to take off my shoes. It was awesome. I haven't run in years. YEARS. I want to go again. I also need headphones that won't slip out of my ears. Of my 4.32-mile walk, I ran 2.69 miles of it. Remember when I was at my peak at running 3.21 miles a day? I could do it again. I just need headphones. That's all that's holding me back from true success.
In continuing the tradition of things I haven't done in years, I watched The Price Is Right today. Remember when you were a kid and you stayed home because you were sick and the highlight was watching The Price Is Right? It doesn't seem to hold the same allure anymore. I'm not even sure who their target audience is. Old people? Young people? I don't know. Certainly people with fungal issues as evidenced by the inordinate proportion of fungus treatment commercials:regular commercials.
Ben was a rock star as always and helped cleaned the kitchen. In order to capitalize on the runner's high, I decided to chop up everything in the kitchen. Bananas and peaches for freezing to put in smoothies. Made an avocado salsa for tonight. Also chopped up strawberries and cherries for a fruit salad for tonight. Made bean and cheese tortillas for dinner tonight as well. Then I made a spicy eggplant sauce for dinner another night. Two and half hours later, my kitchen looked like I'd murdered the produce section.
I continue to make progress on eating the contents of the jar of cashew butter.
In order to escape the oppressive heat that is our house, the kids and I went to Goodwill to look yet again for work clothes. I'm beginning to think I need to up the ante and just go to a real store with bona fide work clothes, some place like Ross or Marshalls. I found nothing except a black patent leather pair of sandals. At the last second, though, I had the clerk take them off because $8 is too extravagant for Goodwill sandals. $4 seems more appropriate for Goodwill shoes. Perhaps the real issue is why I can't splurge the extra $4. Oh, right. It's because I'm cheap.
Sam's redeemed itself and provided us with hot salty bread for snacks. Sam's did not know it was in such a perilous state of angst and came very close to us never renewing our membership that's been expired for almost 2 years now. The relationship has been restored though. We can continue to partake in its buckets of soda and an occasional sample while continuing to not renew our membership.
We went to Home Depot because apparently I hate life and having free time. We bought fans for bedrooms. I got schnookered into an appointment for a "consultant" to come out on Saturday morning at 9:30 a.m. and tell us everything that's wrong with our kitchen and how we can make it better at an affordable price. I'm willing to bet it's cheaper just to move.
I tasted the spicy eggplant sauce and determined it a failure. When I was making the recipe, I thought for sure that it was two tablespoons of red wine vinegar. Like, for sure for sure. I thought, No, it's definitely tablespoons. I should probably check after I add these two tablespoons of vinegar to a tomato dish. Turns out it was two teaspoons. That's...much less red wine vinegar. The final result had an odd, slightly putrid taste of sour vinegar. Maybe some tomatoes? I don't know.
I had coffee with a friend to discuss our respective book projects. I dressed like a homeless person because that's what I do. I've worn my Saturday pants two days in a row. I'll most likely wear them again tomorrow. They're pretty hideous. Perhaps next year I need a summer job.
While texting my sister-in-law tonight about bringing sausage biscuits to the annual 4th of July breakfast picnic, Swype on my phone changed "biscuits" to "nudists." Sausage nudists. Really, Swype? Is that what we want at breakfast? Perv.