I could eat a wagon wheel!
Aug. 17th, 2004 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI am quite hungry but I don't know what to cook. I feel like I should cook today because Jen is working until 6 and likely won't be home until 7ish. She will probably be famished. Poor thing. I am so spoiled by a 1 mile commute, I think. When I leave work, I am home in 10 minutes tops. She leaves an hour early to get there by train. She deserves something for that kind of effort, like extra lovin'.
I have no clue what to make for dinner. I really wish we had the makings for an enormous salad but I don't want to go out and get a bunch of produce. If I'd been thinking I'd have stopped at Lambert's on the way home from work. I don't feel like going back down there. Maybe tomorrow. I just really want a salad TONIGHT!
Today I ate my lunch in my car on the side of the road in Roxbury. I knew this was going to be the case, so I packed a lunch I could carry around with me: sandwich, pickle, peach, diet pepsi. I forgot to pack a paper towel, though, so I wiped my hands on my tshirt and then used antibacterial goo. Whoops.
I need to stop meeting cute kids. No, scratch that. I need to stop meeting cute kids until I get my own. I just want to steal so many of my kids and bring them home with me. Insta-baby! On Thursday I am doing an assessment of a 4-month-old that I would likely die for, he is so precious. Those are the worst, because it's just pure love. When the kids are a little older, their cuteness is sometimes distracted by their shrieking, spitting, biting, and temper tantrums.
I wish I could post pictures of my kids so you could see how adorable they are, but that would break all kinds of rules. Instead, I will just long for those days when I have kids of my own, and then you will be SO SORRY because I will just spam you to death with posted pictures.
I have no clue what to make for dinner. I really wish we had the makings for an enormous salad but I don't want to go out and get a bunch of produce. If I'd been thinking I'd have stopped at Lambert's on the way home from work. I don't feel like going back down there. Maybe tomorrow. I just really want a salad TONIGHT!
Today I ate my lunch in my car on the side of the road in Roxbury. I knew this was going to be the case, so I packed a lunch I could carry around with me: sandwich, pickle, peach, diet pepsi. I forgot to pack a paper towel, though, so I wiped my hands on my tshirt and then used antibacterial goo. Whoops.
I need to stop meeting cute kids. No, scratch that. I need to stop meeting cute kids until I get my own. I just want to steal so many of my kids and bring them home with me. Insta-baby! On Thursday I am doing an assessment of a 4-month-old that I would likely die for, he is so precious. Those are the worst, because it's just pure love. When the kids are a little older, their cuteness is sometimes distracted by their shrieking, spitting, biting, and temper tantrums.
I wish I could post pictures of my kids so you could see how adorable they are, but that would break all kinds of rules. Instead, I will just long for those days when I have kids of my own, and then you will be SO SORRY because I will just spam you to death with posted pictures.
