Today is for weirdness. And pointless rambling. This is your warning.
My belly feels all weird. I’m not sure if I’m going to throw up the mac and cheese I made for lunch or not.
I hope not. Because then I’ll have to cook something else. And since I’m at work (a half day – woo!), there are not the proper utensils. It’d have to be one of my microwavables.
Lately, I’ve found that I throw up every dish I enjoy. Last week I threw up chili, and when I finished I just refilled my bowl and kept at it because it was damn tasty. Not the vomit, the chili.
Three days ago I threw up what I considered a “safe food”, a quesadilla with corn and refried beans. Totally placid. No spicy sauce or anything. Still, up it came.
The day before yesterday I threw up jambalaya which probably wasn’t the wisest idea for dinner, but I figured since it was dinner it’d likely stay down. Usually if I’m going to throw up, it’s before 2PM.
Yesterday I managed to avoid vomiting because I didn’t eat anything until dinner, when I swiped money from my savings account to go out to eat. I needed beef stir fry and there is a Mongolian place that makes it marvelously. It’s one of those ‘you fill your bowl with veggies, meats, and pour some sauces over it’ type joints and they cook it for you. Every dish is fabulous, without fail. It’s a magical place.
I love going there.
We even took out my father in law because we felt like being generous and I figured that if we bring him along, it’ll add to the fact that we are spending money that ought not be spent and somehow make up for the fact that we were spending it anyway. You can’t put a price tag on family time. At least, I’m choosing not to. Plus he adores any moments he gets to babytalk with Jasbaz. Which gives Andy and I more time to savor our selected flavors. Win win.
Writing about the Mongolian place has made my tummy stop rumbling. I swear, it has magical powers.
So far my orange Rimmel nail polish is chipping off more than my cheap Sally Hansen aqua nail polish. There was a $0.75 difference and I was curious whether Sally would beat out. She’s got a stiff reputation and is my polish of choice. Of course, the Rimmel is on my right hand so maybe that has something to do with it. I’ll have to find some nail polish remover and do the same experiment with switched sides.
My toe nails still look fabulous.
I think from now on I will paint one foot one color and the other foot another. I really like the fun that it brings to my flipflops. They are green today and since I’m wearing a tye dye t-shirt, the whole ensemble magically matches. An unexpected side effect.
Oooh, a super nice lady, the one I talked about who is totally on the level as far as conspiracies and alternate life theories are involved, brought them in. And they are sitting on the counter in front of me. Danger! =D