Yeah, I just didn’t bring my “A” game today.
First thing I did: (because I like to get these things out of the way early) I’m making a PB&J on waffles and I drop and shatter my entire brand new jar of almond butter all over the floor of the break room in my office. FML.
At least the waffle got buttered before I dropped the jar…
I didn’t make it into the bloggy world last night — came home from work and made the noodle-tastic creation you see before you. I found it by way of Miss Burp & Slurp, who I am fast falling in love with for her insightful witty blogs and fantastic recipes and photos…
I didn’t have that chile crunch oil so I just used my Sriracha chile garlic sauce and some peanut oil…
It was reeeeeeally good. Spicy – I drank two glasses of water during the course of the meal – but, wow.
…And then Mr. CTT and I just sat on the couch all night. We’ve been watching Season 2 of Big Love — if you haven’t seen it, it’s a trashy series on HBO that I for some reason can’t get enough of. Because bizarre fundamentalist Bill Paxton and his harem of sister wives makes for just riveting television. I’m telling you.
We turned in at like, 9 p.m. (Still didn’t keep me from feeling like it was the middle of the night when I had to get up this morning. Damn you, DST!)
I had a craving for Arby’s today at lunch but I was like, “eh, that’s not healthy. I better not.” So what do I do? I go to Mid Day Deli and order a roast beef on sourdough with provolone and an herb cream cheese sauce. ‘Cause I’m high-brow about my low-brow foods.
Yeah, it’s really hard being so disciplined.
And speaking of discipline, I think I’m actually going to go the GYM today. OMFGSRSLYWTF?
We canceled my membership but we’re still paying through mid-Aprilish, and since I get a case of the dead-legs every time I try to run, I have to do something to work my flab.
At least until Jillian moves in with me.