– To celebrate having had a great eight-mile run this morning, I went to the Vietnamese/Thai BBQ place a few miles down the road and got a mock duck banh mi for dinner. Whenever I have something new like this, my reaction after the first time is, ‘Oh my god! I must eat this for every meal from now until forever!’ I don’t, of course, but I pine away for the food in question until I’m able to have it again. And after that second time, even though it’s still really good, I’m more like, ‘Okay, I may have overstated the frequency with which I need to consume this particular piece of cuisine.’ So it was with banh mi. Still awesome, but no longer on a foodie pedestal. Also, the raw jalapeno (which I can usually tolerate) had started to turn red, and the single bite of it I ate burned my entire face off. Literally. (Not literally.)
– The cats are going on probation. Their antics woke me up half an hour after I went to bed last night, and I discovered that they’d stolen some yarn AND that Birdy had found something I’d crocheted and immediately put it in the water dish (and then took it out and put it on the floor). They woke me up again at about 5:30am with their stupid cat games and cat noises. I almost never make them spend the night in the basement, but that’s where they’ll be until they learn to not be such jerks.
– I think it’s possible that I don’t have a third thing to say. I keep getting to the end of the day and realizing I still haven’t written my post for the books I read in April, though, so I hope I’ll get to that tomorrow. Happy weekend, friends!
