Friday Confessions.

Hello. I am smug. Smugger than a smug thing in smug town. I have peas on my pea plants! Peas! I am a bona-fide gardener! And I have been eating salads with my own lettuce and radishes. Yes, smug. For some reason I now feel as though I am the first person in the whole world who has grown her own vegetables. Which is silly as hell, I know. I’m hardly the Ingalls family over here. But I am smug anyhow. 100-mile diet? Hell, I’m on the 100 feet diet!


Under the smug, we have a delicious layer of shirking responsibilities. I have phone calls to make, a musical script to write, plans to arrange, and I’m just not getting anything done. Can I blame Mercury in retrograde or something?


That’s because I have been out spending money! Yes, money I don’t have! On wine I don’t need! On food I could have prepared at home for a fraction of the cost! Because I am lazy! How many exclamations do I need? Oh. Okay. There, we’re done. Seriously, though. I know I need to eat. I just don’t prep the food at home as much as I could. For a while there I was having a virtuous and cheap pasta salad for lunch most days, But that got old pretty fast. And the sushi place across from work is pretty good. Except the gyoza.


You guys do anything confession-worthy this week?

5 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By stephanie, June 27, 2008 @ 11:11 am

    I had my family over for dinner last night. Before they got there, I drank the last glass of the good bottle of wine.

  2. By Liz, June 27, 2008 @ 1:02 pm

    Good wine is too good for the family. And around here, one glass is admirable restraint, before entertaining the Fam.

  3. By Arwen, June 28, 2008 @ 12:54 am

    We had peas from our one sad little vine as a snack the other day. My kids, man, they’re strange little animals. They both eat veggies and beans and tofu, but neither likes meat except sweet/sour pork, hamburgs, and hotdogs.
    Tate won’t eat noodles, and he’ll eat either the inside or the outside of sandwiches but not both unless you deconstruct the sandwich on the plate.

    And Ripley will eat non stop all day, but he also barfs way more than anyone should.

  4. By cheesefairy, June 29, 2008 @ 1:18 pm

    Arwen, I think fear of sandwich is a good self-protection mechanism.

    of course when I was 4 or 5 i used to demand cheeseburgers at mcD’s and then meticulously peel the cheese off.

    I confess that I have been feeling very sorry for myself and am pretty sick of it.

  5. By Liz, June 29, 2008 @ 3:02 pm

    Sounds like Tate’s a minimalist. But, really, no noodles? Maybe it’s a texture thing. And poor Rip the Barfer. That’s tough.
    Cheesefairy, I think you badly need a break. There’s a lot going on over there in The Mizzle.

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