DAY OFF OR OFF DAY?

I was so looking forward to having a Saturday off last week. I had plans to stay at home, get some minor things done that had been hard to get to, since when I am not working in the salon, I am running Winston somewhere for classes, or doing daily household chores like cooking, grocery shopping, etc. 

I was especially excited because NO ONE would be home all day but me. You know how rare that is? That also means I can do a whole lot of little things, or a whole lot of nothing, and it's ok. I decided to do a pictorial journal of my Great Day.

It went like this:

 I fried a plantain (favorite!) and brewed some good green tea. Ate it all.

 Then I found a small bag of sweet potato fries, cooked them and ate some, threw the rest away.

Not worth it.

 To make up for the flavorless fries, I baked some spicy, nutty cheese crackers, and had several with a thick, frothy demi-tasse of cuban espresso.

 All the while listening (and dancing to) to salsa music full volume. 

 Then I had to print up a bunch of pictures, ( I find wallet size is perfect now), cut them and put them in an album. This would have taken a lot of time,  but halfway through, I realized that I am missing about 4 months of photos so I had to stop, wait for the others to appear on someone else's camera or computer. Still waiting...

 This is my salon waiting room in the making. Sat down at the computer to shop for a rug and a coffee table online. Not a good idea. Overstock had over 9000 oval rugs...just wore myself out, and needed to move. 

So, being a good housewife...

I did some laundry. I don't know where my clothes are.

 Since I hadn't had enough carbs (!), I decided to make poppudums. Butter, stick in the microwave for 30 seconds and,

 voila, crispy poppudums. I love saying that. Poppudums. Not as much fun typing it. 

I you like lentil flour and cardamon, you might sorta like these. Naw, don't waste your money. Even if you do like lentil flour and cardamon.

 I was feeling pretty icky by now, and decided I was too bored to cook and/or eat. So I juiced my late lunch. 

 I laid down on the sofa with my big glass of yummy veggie juice, (don't get jealous) and decided to read the last three magazines that came in that week. 

I found these horrid "outfits" among many others...hard to find the winner of the "worst ever", but these speak for themselves.

  

And who doesn't need "Twilight Inspired"styling tools? Me, me, me!!

  

 Some creative add

 Finished reading my magazines, about an hour's worth...decided I should make these, because I really needed them. But I didn't have chocolate, the key ingredient; I could walk to HT and pick it up but I was still in my pajamas (at 3pm) and hadn't taken a bath yet, so no.

 Instead, I made soup stock with a bag of bones I found in the freezer looking for a coconut popsicle.

Nom, nom.

 And what would I find on top of the fridge, in the way back, in a basket, under some granola bars? Nekots! And Nekots are great for taking on a stroll through the property. 

 Walked down to our soon to be defunct pond. Don't know where the water is going or why, after 75 years, this pond is drying up. Got depressed, headed home. 

 Not before admiring some of the prettiness around my back yard. I decided to place the grill cover back on the grill. Picked it up, and within about 15 seconds began to feel a lot of pin-pricks all over my legs and arms. 

It freaked me out. Looked down and I had disturbed an enormous colony of red fire ants under the cover in the dirt.

I thought you could see them here. I sure as - could. Soon I started to feel real weird, realized I was having a reaction to the approximately dozen bites, so I ran inside and drank benadryl. 

No, I didn't take a picture of the benadryl. I was too woozy by the time I thought about it. 

I was so woozy, in fact, I thought it would be a great idea to go down to Harris Teeter,
for that chocolate AND some wine! 

I did. I bought it and ate it, and drank it. You talk about feeling like crap. 

I was worthless by the time my family came in about six o'clock. 

Drunk with a glass of wine and benadryl, bloated from the carb-feast, depressed about the pond and my failure to have a Great Day, and still pretty grungy. 

So I went to bed...and didn't fall asleep till about 2 am. 

Need I say I did not go to church the next day.