I think you all look super cute today. Nice hair. Your skin looks fresh and pretty. Did you get lots of sleep last night?
We could all use a compliment once in a while. Yesterday I was in need of one, so I took upon myself to speak for Amelia. Whenever I speak for her, I do so using a voice that’s probably very irritating for most, but I find sort of adorable. I’d say it sounds kinda like a four-year old boy who I imagine dresses strangely (I’m talking wearing capes and cowboy boots to bed) and has a slight lisp. We all have animal voices. Mine sounds like that.
So, in my Amelia-voice, I said a bunch of compliments out loud. And then, since I’m super polite, I said thanks to her. If you’re in need for some compliments, which you shouldn’t be because I just said you look cute today, just speak for your animals. If they could speak, they’d probably say all sorts of nice stuff to you.
Do you think I’m weird? Pretty sure I just let my freak-flag fly. I’d like to change the subject now and talk about these muffins! Thanks.
The summer heat has hit Los Angeles and all I want to do is turn up the AC ’til it’s totally freezing, curl up in bed and watch Breaking Bad, but I can’t…because I don’t have AC, so basically I’m dying. A lot of people think Los Angeles is this smoldering, super hot place, but it’s actually fairly mild. Like, the winters are cold and the summers are summery, yes, but the nights get chilly. I likez it.
This whole week people have been freaking about Miley Cyrus; but for me it’s been all about grapes. Sorry Miley and your stupid tongue. Also, those big mascots scared me.
The world of people is (sorta) broken up into two types: the snackers and the meal-eaters. You know what I’m talking about. Like, they don’t eat three meals a day like normal people, instead they just snack all day long and maybe have a one full meal sprinkled somewhere in between a ton of snacks.
They’ll start the day with coffee and a few pieces of turkey bacon and then around 11am they’ll have a few handfuls of granola or maybe a small bowl of oatmeal. At 1pm they might have some tea and too many Cheez-its. They might even feel Cheez-it-full. (That’s totally a thing.) And then when 3pm rolls around they’ll have their afternoon coffee and some sort of coffee cake/scone situation. They might have a full dinner that night…or not. They might just decide to snack some more.
I used to think those people were psychos. I was strictly a meal person, no snacks! Ever! And then something happened. I dunno if it was the whole small plate trend that’s everywhere or what, but now I’m totally a snack person. I’m super into the whole idea of eating a little bit of lots of things. More variety. More exploration. Makes for a more exciting life, I think.
Where do you live? I’m not trying to stalk you, promise. It’s just that sometimes I have no idea how far of a reach this little blog has. And since I write this blog in my apartment in Los Angeles, California, and we talk in the comments, via email, on Instagram, etc., etc., my brain just assumes you are all down the street from me. I bet you’re not. You might be really far away, in a place that isn’t currently experiencing a ridiculous heat wave. Lucky you.
A few days ago, when LA decided to be a beautiful 97 degrees F, I stuck my head in the freezer. It was one part melodrama and one part necessity. Mostly melodrama, I think.
As I was in there, with the cold air hitting my face aka heaven, I took a peek around. Lots of frozen corn. Why?! Dunno. Lots of ice cream. Normal. And then there was a single sheet of long forgotten puff pastry. WHOA! YES! Tart time!
Wednesday’s here and totally in motion. And I have some serious mid-week thoughts!!
1st – Why isn’t Seinfeld on Netflix’s instant watch? WHY! Pretty sure Netflix has done extensive research and figured out every single show/movie/comedy special I could possibly want to watch and decided not to stream those things.
2. Venus is apparently in retrograde, did you know this? And (some) of my friends tell me this is why I’ve been feeling like I’m in a crazy slump. This is true…I’m in a slump–it happens. Luckily, for me, it’s supposed to be lifted (or whatever) next week! I don’t believe in astrology really, but whatevs, I’ll take it.
3. I really don’t want to be one of those people that looks like their animals. You know what I’m talking about? That’s my biggest fear in getting this new dog that I’ve been talking about non-stop. I don’t want us to be twinsies! That’s always weird and awkward and people will always look at us and under their breath go, Oh weird, those two look alike. Just like the opening credit sequence in 101 Dalmations.