Ugh.
I’ve owed you all pictures and canning posts about stuff I’ve done for months. Months. (I canned strawberry-balsamic jam in May) I’ve got a bunch of posts from my pick your own excursion (plum sorbet, nearly sugar free plum ginger jam, sweet pickled beets, spiced pickled beets, pictures from my cucumbers, etc…) I… what can I say? I’ve been the combination of lazy and busy where all I really want to do is sit around and eat Hot Pockets while watching The Soup. Plus, the new apartment is faboo and we’re mostly settled in but it’s the kind of settled in where you put everything away so now you can’t find any of it. And the commute is killing me. It’s an easy metro commute, but a $8 a day ride. I can take two buses, costing me $3 a day, but it’s been taking me an hour and a half each way and still making late for work. Oh, metro, you fill me with impotent rage.
The result has been two weeks of feeling like I’ve been in a constant rush, especially when compounded with a busier time at work. So the idea of taking a picture of the excellent cous cous salad I made the other day and posting it with a recipe is less than appealing (oh, I took a picture, I’m just too lazy to upload shit from my camera). And I rebel from all of this rushing by reading sexy books
Weirdly, it’s been especially bad for my wallet because during a month where we really were trying to scrimp and save, I’ve online shopped myself out this week. I had a Groupon for Shabby Apple that I used to get the most fierce dress (Emma Pillsbury is totally jealous), then I bought everything from Old Navy I didn’t need (I’m returning half of it, because, as always, Old Navy’s good stuff is only online in my size and they can’t maintain size consistency to save their lives, so I usually buy 1 item in 2 sizes and keep the one that fits) and then I bought everything from Amazon I didn’t need. A lot of it has been good deals and gift cards… maybe it’s my nesting instinct kicking in, but I feel the need to acquire stuff.
At least I haven’t made the fiancee go to the pick your own again. Because raspberries haven’t ripened and apples and tomatoes aren’t ready yet. I mean, because I love her. Yes, that’s totally it.
