On Saturday mornings my husband usually gets up around 7 and heads to work for a few hours. I usually stay home and get stuff done around the house as I await his return. This morning I decided to switch things up a bit and came to work with him. My cousin Alex is also employed in his agency and was at the office when we arrived. I decided I would sit and visit with Alex as he ate a cheese danish and green juice that I brought him from Starbucks . We chatted for a few. He finished his danish and I guess he was still hungry because he got up to go to the kitchen to grab a takeout box from the fridge. Before I continue, I must preface by explaining that my cousin Alex is a rare breed of human. He’s the kind of guy that will talk you in circles, never a dull moment, and he has the most “creative” taste buds. He will eat things that one would think do not go together. At this point I’m nervous as to the the contents of this takeout box. He opens it and low and behold I see two pieces of bruschetta. Face to palm. Bruschetta for breakfast? Only Alex. We continue chatting as I sit there watching him enjoy the cold bruschetta and green juice not being able to wrap my head around how this combination could satisfy his pallet. Once again. Only Alex.
Made it to Friday, I thought to myself as I opened my eyes to my fourth snooze alarm. It's been a long and busy (in a good way) week at work and home and I am looking forward to day two of our book organization project at school. Made it to Friday, I say to myself as I get out of bed and become instantly anxious at the thought that I... Made it to Friday... The thought became scary... Scary because tomorrow is Saturday and we are hopping on an airplane to fly to the Bahamas in less than 24 hours. Don't get me wrong, I love Fridays, I love the thought of being in the warm sun, I love the thought of Friday before spring break...but... I hate the thought of flying (even in first class). We made it to Friday, I tell myself, this time in a bummed out way because tomorrow is Saturday and I have to fly. Flying makes me nervous. I am still having trouble deciding which movie I will watch during our 3.5 hour flight. Usually I feel ok once I have a good distracting movie picked out and ...
Here's to the different ones !
ReplyDeleteI can't even imagine that combo! To each their own I suppose!
ReplyDeleteJust reading the title of your post, I laughed. Remember-- everyone is unique just like those little fancy flakes we saw the other day ;)
ReplyDeleteYuck to cold bruschetta--but then again, I've never tried it, so perhaps with green juice it's just the thing!
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