I have a list of things that I thought I was going to blog about, and some of them make zero sense. I don't know why I think two words is going to make me remember what I was going to say. Someone (obviously I don't remember who) suggested in a comment that I might want to think about HRT even though I am much younger than her, and I remember thinking I am NOT that much younger, and yes, a doctor's appointment to discuss HRT is on my list. How do women with important jobs where forgetting stuff might have actual consequences manage through perimenopause? That thing where someone goes in for surgery and ends up having the wrong arm or leg or testicle removed? If I was a surgeon I would be pretty frickin' nervous right now.
The greatest humiliation of my trivia career is probably the time I couldn't remember 'Don Quixote's squire".
The correct answer is Sancho Panza.
All I could think of was Pancho Villa.
Someone I follow on Facebook made a humorous post about their little boy looking a little goofy in his first school picture. This reminded me of how I used to get a little frantic about how the kids should dress and post for school pictures until my husband told me to relax, it was just supposed to show a snapshot of how they were that year. Fortunately this happened before the year that Angus went wearing a t-shirt we had brought him from Mexico (without paying very close attention to ALL the words besides "sun" and "sand") and the word 'tequila was prominently displayed in the picture. Also the year he wore a thrifted Abercrombie and Fitch shirt and a fold made it look like it said 'bitch'. Parents of the year over here.
I finally made a recipe from one of Suzanne's Dinners This Week posts, after saying I was going to for let's not even calculate how long. It was this recipe I think - kind of like with this recipe that my friend Kerry recommended, I couldn't imagine exactly what the flavour profile was going to be, which is interesting since a lot of the stuff I cook is pretty standard. Another enjoyable aspect was the text exchange Suzanne and I ended up having about inch-thick pork chops, which I will not detail here (not without getting permission from Suzanne anyway). The ones I cooked were very much not one inch thick, and I did end up overcooking them a little, but they were still delicious.
This morning I got my hair done, and afterwards I walked down the sidewalk to the little cupcake place I almost never go to - I suddenly realized that I could probably get a chai latte there - I never get them anymore because Eve said I'm not allowed to go to Starbucks anymore which, fair. I had a pleasant exchange with the girl at the counter, who then whispered that she was going to give me a free strawberry coconut cupcake because it had fallen over and the icing was a bit smooshed so they couldn't sell it. I said I could pay for it but she just shushed me and stuck it in the bag. I am reminded of that time Pam and I went for lunch and were offered cupcakes instead of carrots - I am pleased both by the memory and that I managed to find the post from FOURTEEN YEARS AGO WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF.
Then I stopped by the grocery store, and in the parking lot I stopped to let an old man in a yellow t-shirt cross to his car and he yelled thank-you, and then another old man said "beautiful day!" as we were walking into the store, so then I came home high on free-cupcake-cheerful-old-man energy, walked Lucy and read in the backyard.
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