first of all, a few words on the previously mentioned yuppie afternoon: as much as i love my jeans-and-sweatshirt lifestyle, i thought it was time for a self-esteem afternoon. you know - feeling out of shape? run a little. feeling poor? return an expensive purchase you don't need. feeling unhealthy? have healthy dinner. granted, by "return expensive purchase" i wasn't expecting the subsequent "make replacement expensive purchase," and by "healthy" i didn't have to mean sushi, which helped the feeling unhealthy but exacerbated the feeling poor. but it was fun.
except now my blogmate is off on yet another bridemaid-related trip back home, while i am stuck at work this weekend hoping she has fun and has a drink or two for me. sad, though, because apparently her foot hurts too much to walk on it. parting words to me were that she feels vindicated for my not believing her yesterday when we were running. so, in my defense, she was complaining of knee pain, hip pain and ankle pain. no foot pain. i am not a rocket scientist, and i realize it sounds lame to say i didn't believe her knee, hip and ankle pain but that her foot is an entirely different story. but i swear she couldn't have been running with me if her foot hurt that badly before.
i know everyone has their opinions on health, especially around nutrition and exercise. but maybe i really am in left field. mb has decided that he doesn't know what i stand for anymore, based on my recent disclosure that i have been withholding feedings on my plants, because i believe based on their yellow- and falling-down-ness that their time in my kitchen window is coming to a natural end. mb is trying to force me to reinstate feedings because he believes i have no respect for my parsley's life. i would personally like to do the humane thing (plant-ane thing? plantain?) and put them more quickly out of their misery by sticking them on my porch to freeze, but can't for fear mb might put out a citizen's arrest on me.
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