1. My mom is officially my favorite mom ever because she sent me this:
(Well, the whole lack-of-competition thing also works out in her favor, but you know.)
I've been rationing my chocolates to increase the days of joy, but today I caved and had three. It's quite likely that I just reversed the entire 3.5 miles I jogged this morning, but I'm choosing not to dwell on this. Upward and onward, I say.
In case you're unfamiliar with Dove's Promises, their foil wrappers sport nifty printed messages. I usually find them moderately amusing, like the one that read: "Smile. People will wonder what you've been up to." But today's messages were just plain wonky.
"Go to your special place." Yepper.
That was the message, and I got it all three times.
So I'm really supposed to be going there, apparently. It might be a slight hitch in the plans that I don't know the location of this specialness, but wherever it is, I'm sure the temperature is cooler than it is here. Come to think of it, Antarctica is feeling pretty special right now.
2. I love tomatoes. But sometimes I forget.
I've spent so much of my life gagging at tomatoes that it takes me a prolonged second (which is probably the equivalent of two seconds, but I wanted to say "prolonged") to remember that, oh yes, I do like them.
They are delectable in sandwiches, salads, or sprinkled with olive oil and red pepper flakes.
And they are amazingly tastier straight from a friend of a friend's garden, as opposed to the sterile aisles of Meijer.
3. Need a dose of melancholy? Thumb through your high school yearbook a bit. My school buddies were witty and odd and flattering. Nothing like leaving to make people say nice things about you.
My favorite sign-off was this:
I'm running out of ink
or is it heart?
I can't tell