Mental health day. Dropped off the husband and went for breakfast, clad only in a pair of khakis, a LL Bean sweatshirt, and my clogs. No bra. No make up. No kidding.
Breaky:
Lobster & crabmeat cake eggs benedict. Coffee. Water. And a sense of "fuck you smug-ness" that I did what I wanted. Read the paper. Cover to cover. Then it was time to pick my wedgie, pay, and get the fluck out of Dodge.
Stayed home and tried to be productive.
Napped.
Ate potato chips.
I'm going to low-carb hell, and Dr. Atkins himself is Satan's taint-waxer and ballsack sweat dauber.
Napped some more.
Dinner:
A burger made of ground lamb, garlic, red onion, fresh oregano and mint and some crumbled lamb's milk blue cheese. Side dish: A fistful of herbed olives.
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