(Why does everyone always pick on the French?)
(Honestly, I love their products. They're low on chemicals and eco-friendly. I just love their inadvertent juxtaposition of concepts more.)
("Aaannhh-urgh! Aaannhh-urgh!" pretty much sums up how I've been feeling lately. "Aaannhh-urgh! Aaannhh-urgh!", you guys.)
To hopefully divert your attention from the fact that I can't come up with a real post, here's a drawing of SuperKeely as a zombie.
Today is Day One of the detox/cleanse that hubby and I are doing. I'm officially fucking starving. Interestingly, celery and organic spinach didn't make me feel sated BEFORE I started this cleanse, so I'm not sure why I thought this would be any different.
Hubby has a standing Wednesday lunch manager meeting at his restaurant. He wanted to know what he'd be 'allowed' to eat. The answer is pretty much nothing - it's a pizza joint, after all - but I told him his best bet would be a salad.
He texted me: "Mmm, salad"
I texted back
jealously peevishly jokingly accusing him of actually ordering a calzone.
Wordlessly, he replied:
Seriously, how in the hell did we ever entertain ourselves before camera cel phones?
(and because I didn't get my poop in a group for a regular post)
(It's surprisingly difficult to take a picture of your own hand)
(also, that chair? Still in my living room).