Author: The Jody

Wow, that seems a little, well, low for this time of year.

I’m borrowing my parents’ really really awesome terrific expensive fantastic car while mine is in the shop. Oh boy, spoiled am I. I’m not going to want mine back, that’s for sure.

Funny thing, though. When I threw my Annie Lennox cd in the player, it sounded really odd so I checked the settings. Basically all the sound was coming out of the front driver’s side speaker, with the bass turned all the way off and the treble all the way up.

My parents were apparently simulating a really piss-poor mono AM radio.

Boy, are they going to be surprised the next time they use the radio. “Where in the heck did all that depth of sound come from? And is that music coming from behind my head? And in my right ear? Holy cow, it’s a miracle!” If you pay that much for a car (it’s a Toyota Avalon…you do the math) you should probably get the stereo set properly.

See now today’s lunch made up for the fact that I totally hated my lunch on Tuesday. Yesterday was fine – it was just egg salad on a bulkie. That’s hard to screw up unless the eggs and/or the mayo are bad. But I’m here to tell you they weren’t. But today…today I had a hummus and roasted veggie wrap.

I practically licked the plate clean, which was pointless because really, it was a sandwich. Not much to lick. My only suggestion to the lunch crew is to double up on the hummus. In fact, howzabout an all-hummus sandwich and you can just wave some veggie matter over the sandwich before you hand it to me. I do love me some hummus.

Tuesday’s lunch was a ranch chicken wrap. I didn’t even finish it. I thought it would have the same flavor as when I put chicken on my salad and use ranch dressing – that tastes like it would make a dandy sandwich. But I think they use some other brand of dressing, or something. I couldn’t eat it, which made me sad.

I’m not going to think ahead to tomorrow, but I plan to sneak a peek to see if the deli area normally has hummus. I think the roasted veggies were the limited edition ingredient. Maybe I’ll just have them throw some tomatoes on it. Sound good?

Was doing some browsing, courtesy of Boston Common (see the link over on the right, I’m too lazy to type it) and I see part of a post from Simple Pleasures. Oh my God, I’d have paid money to have been there watching that. And to be part of the discussion after.”

I love laughter. And I’m only 45 minutes from Walden Pond, so maybe I’ll get the practice schedule…

My toenails are still hot pink. They don’t match my red sweater, but I don’t care. I haven’t been spending a lot of time in places where people will have access to my feet. On the other hand, when I see my little pink tootsies, I get happy all over. I have no idea why this is. Could it just be the color? I’ve painted my toenails for a while now, usually darker colors that won’t clash with things I typically wear. The hot pink color is brand new to me, though. It’s very Legally Blond, quite frankly.

But why am I staring at my toes and smiling so much? It’s just polish.