Randomness of the day:
Never wear a suede skirt on a windy day. It tends to act as a -- how shall we call it? -- a sail. Silver lining: it doesn't flip.
Now that both my parents are gone, I'm feeling the steady approach of the refrigerator's critical mass point as I never did when Mom was around to do the shopping. It still looks deliciously full -- mostly with tall, glass jars of noodle soup and pudding, as well as cooked chicken packed tightly into tupperware -- but there is still a week yet to go, and I have little faith in my own ability to carry on past the moment in which I eat the last remaining morsel that looks halfway appealing.
I have a feeling there are some brussel sprouts lurking back there. Not to mention the kombucha mushrooms and beet kvass.
You laugh as one who does not know the truth of which I speak.
