Just A Day
Today was one of those days. One of those days where your mood never gets quite past funky no matter how hard you try. I wore pink, I tied a bow in my hair, I curled said hair, I wore mascara, I ate an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie (or two) but the day never quite turned into anything good. I'm giving myself a pat on the back for trying though and for not having a meltdown about it's potential to be epically bad.
And to combat this day, despite the fact that the day is almost over – I'm cooking my husband and I steaks. Beautiful, organic ribeye steaks that I paid too much money for him to eat well-done but you know, it's your tastebuds, dude. And next to those steaks, scalloped potatoes that I made with a wee bit too much butter and heavy cream – as if such thing actually exists. and if I'm feeling ambitious, I may cook something green as well, because it's the right thing to do. Maybe.
Goodbye Thursday, see you next week.