i'm just being mean . . .

my ability to remember to take a shot of dinner is in direct proportion to my degree of salivation.  consequently, there are no photos of the grilled, fresh swordfish brushed with a little EVOO and salt and pepper . . . served with just a sliver of butter and fresh lemon juice, nor are there shots of oven roasted taters and onions, nor two huge steamed artichokes with sides of butter.  a feast i tell you.  and absolutely no proof, she said, trying valiantly to suck in her  rather distended tummy.  slurp.

in an unexpected burst of energy, i washed my car.  i thought it would be nice if i could see out the greatly smirched windows.  i also needed to remove the eggnog flavored shake that somehow splattered down the side of the door after leaving the Steak and Shake drive thru one day last month, to say nothing of the intestinal distressed pelican who baptized the trunk.  yes, Virginia, there is a downside to living in paradise. but since the miata is girth challenged, it takes just splash of water, a couple of drops of soap and very little effort to make the old girl shine. 

meanwhile, the recycling truck came by while i was splashing in the suds and the guy wished me a 'happy summer'.  gotta love how joyful the weather makes us all feel.  i really am sorry if you are stuck in a snow drift with icicles hanging from your nose.  i remember those days.  not fun unless you are still in elementary school.

so between yoga, lunch and nice long nap, it was a very good day.  a very good day indeed.