January 5th, 2012

strength, P90X

I think I'm slowly going crazy

One, I'm catching up on Top Chef: Texas recaps. It's slow going because I thought I could get the recipes names off the website. NOPE. They don't put them all up. So Week 8 is here (and last night's will go up later this afternoon.)

Two, I have been talking myself out of buying the sexiest damn pair of boots I have ever laid eyes on (they are walking around-able, even!) because they are one thousand dollars. I do not need to buy myself $1000 boots, not with children that will (we hope) go to graduate school. BUT THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. It's like the boot fairy said, "Everything Laura likes, let's put in this one shoe." And then Mafalda swooped in and cursed it by making them so expensive. [/obscure reference] I'm married to a finance guy and we pay for everything in cash. Everything. No credit carried over from month to month. I'm going to NYC for a week, I want to spend my money on things there. *Cries* /First World Problems

Three, I had a fake argument in the shower earlier (doesn't everyone do that?) where I imagined being shitty to a woman that was rude to me yesterday.

Me: Hey, bitch, I bet I can do more push ups than you. Come on. *flexes*
Her: Ehn flehn fleurgh. (she was a whiny-type)
Me: Oh, and they have to be prison-style
Her: What's that?
Me: Naked and with a dick in your mouth.

That was when I started laughing and dropped the soap.

ION, I bought new lovely bras at Nordstrom's after getting refitted and have dropped down a strap size, but not cup size. THANK YOU, P90X for being the ONLY WORKOUT that doesn't make me lose my nice rack. *preens* 32DD, hells yeah LOL.

Dumpling soup time!
dating, carbon 14 nerdjoke

Top Chef is up

Previous episode here, and last night's is here.

Non spoilery excerpt: "In the most amazing aside in Top Chef history, we take a trip back to Sgt. Handsome’s Malibu abode, where it is filled with pictures he’s painted of boobs. NO, REALLY. Huh. So he’s not gay. He’s really into the ladies. See? See all of the tah-tahs with their rosy tips? Damn, son. It’s like he was weaned on Nagel and velvet paintings of hookers.

I am having wine for dinner. I am tore up with the tired. (Markham, merlot. half the price of the cab, every bit as tasty. Open it a half-hour before drinking, it's fab.)