It is times like these when I wish I could draw or paint or sculpt -- I feel so bubbly and floating and happy and so full of fairy dust that I am sure my eyes are actually glowing some kind of golden aura, and I wish I could create something that would last so I could look back on it and remember. The only thing that I can make is, by its nature, temporary; sure is a good thing I have a photographic memory for what I eat. What do you think one might call a gustatory photographic memory, anyway?
First, look at where I was at this point last year: I was herby.
I am equally herby today. The herb butter. Is in. The fridge. The holidays have officially begun! I am only working two days this week, one of which was yesterday and the other of which is already half over. Tomorrow, at long long long LONG last, Mike and I are taking delivery of our new IKEA furniture, which means we will have a coffee table JUST IN TIME for people to set drinks on it. Almost all of the grocery shopping is done, excepting only things like good prosciutto that I want to get in Manhattan, and the canned fruits I could not get because my grocery store sucks so incredibly hard that they do not carry canned fruits. (I mean HONESTLY, people, what kind of a grocery store does not carry MANDARIN ORANGES.) And one cannot underestimate the significance of the contribution of music to my mood: a few days ago the evil temptress that is the iTunes Musc Store whispered sweet nothings in my ear until I gave in and bought both Avril Lavigne albums...and also the new Vanessa Carlton. This whole Avril trip is making me so fucking energetic I am about to vibrate off of my chair. And yes, I am aware that I have the musical tastes of a fourteen-year-old girl. Except I swear a lot fucking more. I have Christmas presents in the mail and money in the bank and a college to go to and a boy to come home to and a job to pay me and friends to laugh with and vacations to plan for and family visits to get ready for and scarves to air out and crisp mornings to walk through and yes,
I have herb butter
in
the
fridge.