Y’all, I have been utterly uninspired lately. Maybe it’s the news and all the bullshit that seems to go on these days. Maybe it’s the summer doldrums. I get snippets of my usual brilliant flashes (eye rolling), but nothing ever seems to gel.
I was making Whole 30 compliant Thom ka soup (the awesome stuff with the coconut milk, chicken, mushrooms, ginger, citrus). Because I was on the bullshit diet, I couldn’t use my normal chili paste. I had to use jalapenos. We were out of gloves. No biggie. I had actually diced some recently without and had no problem. This time? It was like Madge replaced the Palmolive with battery acid. And getting my contacts out later? Yeah. Suckage. A week later and I’m still having phantom chemical burn pains. Fuck you, Madge.
CostCo, a.k.a. Voldemart a.k.a. the Greatest Place on Earth has 53″ teddy bears on sale for $30. I bought 2. I will be the kids’ hero whenever I finally haul them out. Will kind of cussed me, but this was one of those random, completely impractical things I wanted to do as a parent. When I was 4, I had a giant stuffed animal. I vaguely remember a huge blue gorilla (I think). I remember it was full of styrofoam beads. It made that bean bag chair sound. I loved it. I want my kids to have that, only these bears are soft – no cheap beads here!
Some one has taught my son to threaten to “destroy” people. At first I blamed it on Plankton from SpongeBob, but now I think it was his father. As a real crusher, he also told me the other day that not only was he going to destroy me, but I wasn’t his best friend anymore. He had pulled down his sister’s curtains and I fussed at him. Consequences, I guess.
That’s it. See what I mean? Maybe the weekend will reset me. Y’all have fun.