I'm roasting a large amount of peppers in the oven. They must be in peak season just now as they are huge and cost only .39pence. So I bought, uhm, a dozen. I will roast them up, make sauce with them and freezer it up for the summer. I'm stock piling.
I am home. I've taking this week off from the gym. Not because I want to but because with Sassy's birthday I couldn't budget it in this week. I get paid tomorrow and all will be back to normal next week. I figured The money would be better spent spoiling myself in Glasgow. I have not, however, taken a break. I have been doing my Tae-Bo DVDs, much to the amusement of the Short Child. Billy Blanks makes my abs ache ache ache! But I love his workouts.
I am also doing laundry. A load of darks if you care to know. Following that will be a load of brights. Then I'm done with laundry. Then again, I still haven't folded the clothes I washed and dried yesterday. I often wish I had Hermoine's talking organizer to urge me on to not put off until tomorrow...
So last week was the last episode of Ugly Betty, and last night was the last episode of The Apprentice UK style (which is so much better than the US one as Trump is a dick and Sir Allan is awesome)
I am drinking white tea. Evidently it's the new green tea. I like it MUCH better than green or black tea. For one, no matter how long you steep it, it never gets bitter. Which means, I don't have to add milk to it. This is the first tea I've ever been able to drink black. And don't go thinking I'm some wuss drinker because I like my coffee black, no sugar no nothing. Coffee black is fine, tea black is awful! But white tea served black is rather good. It still has all the antioxidant goodness and metabolism boosting too, and it's lower caffeine. I love it.
I'm wearing a sweater that I don't like very much but don't want to throw away because people tell me it looks nice on me. I think the next charity shop clearout we have this sweater will be in the bag.
I'm listening to Shorty make obscenely loud pig-snort noises while she sings the theme to Peppa Pig. I'm worried she'll give herself a hemorrhage if she oinks so loud all the time. And she is loud. I pity her future husband who has to try and sleep with the noise this child makes, if it's an indication of her snoring ability.
I'm making spicy bean burgers for lunch. With salad.
I'm waiting for delivery of a package I ordered on Tuesday which includes a new flat iron. I keep being told my hair looks so much better straight than curly (talk to God about it, the curls are in the genetics (almost said genes which would've been rude. funny but rude) and I shouldn't care, but, fuck-it) the other items are Max Factor mascara and lipgloss, pull-up pants that were on special and a bottle of men's cologne that Husband may like. If he doesn't then I might. I am not above wearing men's cologne if it smells nice.
Now that I'm talking about cologne, I've had to pop up a tab and internet search colognes.
Don't know why but I took a bunch of pictures of my eye. *shrug*
I am avoiding the news today. Don't want to read/hear/see any more bad news about Maddie McCann.
I'm annoyed that my two front teeth are different colours. They're not real (broke my real ones when I was nine, diving in the shallow end. Just don't do it.) and have been re-done by two different dentists in the past five years. I really, and only for the sake of vanity, want to have them done properly so I look normal again. The yellower one was done by an angry dentist who was annoyed I smoked and made my teeth much yellower than they really were. Then she left her dentist practice. I broke my right front tooth again in 2004 (by getting it stuck in the prongs of a fork - don't bite your fork, just don't do it.) and I have now two different coloured teeth.
This has made me laugh out loud, and I'm not a laugh out loud kind of person. Husband has told me I can't read Evil Editor's blog while he's watching TV as my LOLs are annoyingly distracting. But the image of Jack Lalanne... (who's in his 90's now.)
That's all I feel like sharing for now. Because time never stands still, I could write an ongoing description of right now, forever. And I can't do that.