2. Matt and I watched like 15 episodes of Parks & Recreation today. My god, I love that show. I also had a really amazing idea to get an lcd projector and project images onto the ceiling so that I can lie in bed and watch tv and movies. Are you jealous that wasn't your idea?
3. The other day I was driving down our street and had to slam on the brakes because I almost hit a rooster. And this isn't like when I was in high school and would look out of the windows and see cows and stuff. Like, we live in the city. Why was there a rooster on my street? And why hasn't he been waking us up in the morning?
4. Totally made corn ice cream this weekend to make this thing I saw in the July Martha Stewart Living that was all homemade biscuit, blueberry compote (totally just accidentally typed compost--compote and compost are very different) and sweet corn ice cream. The recipe intrigued me, and I finally made it today. The bad news: the dessert was a little weird. (Not bad, but weird. Who knows, though? Maybe Matt will go bananas for it?) The good news: I know how to make biscuits now. Oh, also corn ice cream is a little freaky (as you likely already thought to yourself). I now finally understand just how some people feel about buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans. For the record, though, I love buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans. I also really like saying "buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans."
Mitch also loves biscuits.
5. Hit up the farmer's market at Forsyth Park this weekend, finally. It's only on Saturdays, and I used to work Saturdays, so I'd never been. It was just delightful, and I walked away with blueberries, a 5-lb. bag of peaches, and some bread and handmade cheese that I bought from this guy who was dressed like a Roman (like an old-timey Roman, not a modern-day Roman--but really what do I know? I've never been to Rome). So anyway, over the course of the afternoon and evening, I ate the entire loaf of bread, the entire ball of cheese (OMG WHY WAS IT SO GOOD??), and the entire five pounds of peaches. I thought I was going to die, or at least throw up. But then I was all, "Oh, shoot, if I throw up does that mean that I have an eating disorder" and then I remembered that I'd just eaten more food than a family of six would eat in a weekend, which is probably an eating disorder in itself. No, I didn't barf, but I did lie on the couch whining to Shecky about what a gross glutton I'd been, wishing that I had an lcd projector that was projecting movies (or perhaps old episodes of 90210) onto the ceiling.
I want to eat you, ball of cheese.
Well, I actually have real grown-up tasks to complete tomorrow, not the least of which will be putting on actual clothes and going out in public. But, before that happens, I totally need to figure out how to watch all of season 3 of Parks & Recreation on the internet. On my ceiling. I've got big dreams, people.