So good. Maybe I’ll post the recipe later.
It’s a beee-utiful drizzly overcast day in Monrovia. (And I say that with all sincerity because I love the rain.) Just look at it!
For Melissa, here’s my outfit today:
I mentioned in my previous post how ruining my jeans was the best thing that ever happened to me, clothing-wise, and although I’m not completely satisfied with today’s outfit, it is better than what I would have chosen if I had jeans to wear.
And to top off a lovely morning, I just made a fresh pot of coffee. I brought some whole bean coffee from Trader Joe’s for the office. Someone still likes to make Folgers, though, so I have to be sure to be the first one to the kitchen in the morning.
You can tell when it’s Folgers because you can’t even smell it until you stick your nose in the coffee pot. And when you do that, you wish you hadn’t. It’s just not pleasant. I prefer my coffee not be manufactured by the same company that makes my laundry detergent. If that makes me a snob, so be it.
Looking at my coffee cup gives me an idea: mugs that are the same color as you take your coffee. So someday when I have an assistant to make me coffee, I could tell her to add enough cream until it’s the color of my mug. Or perhaps mugs with instructions on the outside for those with more complicated tastes.
Searching online, there are some variations on this theme. These Ziggy mugs, for instance.
I can’t believe I’m having ideas similar to those of people making Ziggy merchandise.
A few thoughts that have been floating around in my brain lately:
1) We should all be wearing name tags, all the time. Do you know how much more efficient we could all be if we stopped trying to remember other people’s names? I mean, eventually we would remember names, but we wouldn’t have to go around beating ourselves up and saying things like, “I’m so bad at names….” We’re all bad at names! Name tags, people. Name. Tags.
2) I’ve taken to pronouncing “comfortable” with the proper number of syllables. That is, “com-fort-a-bul” and not “comf-ter-bul”. But I find it rather “un-com-fort-a-bul”. Other awkward words that I have not yet tackled: Wednesday and February.
3) My favorite pair of jeans ripped two weeks ago, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to my wardrobe.
4) Makeup is ridiculous. I’ll expound later.
How are you?
Me, baby. You, mommy.
I asked Adelaide to do a dance.
Adelaide tries to say “caterpillar.”
Shh, Caterpillar is sleeping.
I think this one is my favorite. I’ve been meaning to get Laidey saying grace on film for a while now. Next time I’ll record in a quieter spot.