Fine.
February might have one redeeming quality.
Unfortch, in The Durkin house, this one quality only lasts about one day.
Or about one hour of one day.
Mom took a box of the thin mints and a box of the tagalongs and "hid" them so we wouldn't finish every last cookie in one sitting, but we all know "hid" them is code for put them in an easy-to-see spot in the freezer.
Normally, this disappearing act might bug, but not today. Because today is my last day of sugar and/or eating out until spring break. Swimsuit season, and all that. {Cause, you know, I am going to be bringing my swimsuit to Michigan. Obviously.} So I am going to eat girl scout cookies and Five Guys {!} to my little hearts desire tonight.
And tomorrow, well, tomorrow I won't.
In other less delicious news, I thought I had to work tonight, and once again valiantly tried to pawn my shift on my coworkers. There were no takers, however, so I resigned myself to writing my entire English paper tomorrow before its midnight deadline, pinned on my flair, and dragged myself to Red Robin. I walked in and looked at the floor chart to see which of the lower level team member sections I would be gracing with my presence for the night, only to find out that I wasn't even on the schedule. My bad. I walked out, immensely pleased with my newfound night off. And if you're thinking "Well great, now she can work on her paper!" then you and I must have never met in real life. Because of course I'm not going to work in my paper. I am going to eat girl scout cookies on the couch and watch an endless string of TV.
Vampire Diaries + The Office + Project Runway.
And then I'll write my paper.
Maybe.
It depends on how much I want to go to ward softball tomorrow.
{Right now, not that much. But tomorrow, probably a lot. When you're as fickle as I am it's good to plan ahead for mood swings.}
5 comments:
Is it girl scout cookie time?!?!?!?!?!?!
Indeed! And oh-so delicious!
Robert and I started our diet on Wednesday and it is HORRIBLE. We are eating only fruit. ONLY FRUIT! Until Saturday, when I will start eating food again and he will continue to eat only fruit because he is crazier than I am. Anyway, the point of this is that we better both plan on breaking from the diets when you get here. Because there is lots of food in Michigan. There are not lots of places to wear your swimsuit, but maybe we can go to the gym and swim there? There's a lap pool and another pool that babies like to swim in. You have to promise not to punch them.
i was going to wait to comment until after my paper was done as motivation (which is silly), but i was tired when i was done and forgot.
SO, my mom definitely has the most obvious hiding spots ever. three, to be exact. and one of them she can barely reach, and almost half of the family is taller than her. what is it with mom's and poorly hiding the goods??
Sandy- Fruit! How ridiculous. I wonder, are you allowed to eat the abstract fruit like tomatoes and avocados? Also, I feel no need to swim/go to the gym in Michigan, nor will I even bring my swims suit. And trust me, I will be ready to eat!
Khood- It's the same at my house! My lil' bro is so dang tall he can reach everything. And he will, b/c in addition to reaching he loves eating. Everything.
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