IN other words, when the cat’s away, the mouse will play: with her blender.
First, some background:
People, I had a day of nightmares, as in I will have nightmares of this day for years to come. I’m only being a teensy bit dramatic here. I don’t get it. I never have bad days in this blouse:
Not only did work go down like a pile of rocks with syrup (um, not well), I didn’t get to eat breakfast until 10 and I had the brilliant idea of swimming during lunch and waiting until after a 1 pm meeting was over to eat lunch… which went right into an unscheduled 2:30 meeting… which meant that lunch didn’t get eaten until 3:30. I am sorry to say that hunger and frustration = straight up devouration, so no pictures were taken of breakfast or lunch. I was in such a bad temper the camera would have burned up in my hand, anyway.
After that, I came home and hoped that a call to Best Buy to reserve my new laptop (for pickup in Puerto Rico next week–eeee!) would turn my frown upside down. Best Buy: if you don’t ship online orders to Puerto Rico AND don’t take in-store pickup requests AND don’t have the laptop I want AND won’t let me reserve the next best anyway, you are not turning my frown upside down. You are just driving me to distraction and near-teardom after my wretched day.
So I did what any responsible adult does: I took two ibuprofens and a nap (aka a Bad Day Eraser).
Even though I got eaten alive by the mosquitoes–who seemed to want to feast on me more rather than less in today’s abnormal 100 F heat–the nap did clear up the tears-and-tantrums impulse. When I woke up I was hungry and well-aware that dinner would be LATE due to a Mr. Laura work commitment. I’d need a holdover snack and I’ve been seeing Green Monsters all up in the blogosphere. I gave it some thought: should Mr. Laura see me putting spinach, soy milk, and bananas in a blender, he’d have me committed. But HA! He wasn’t around to stop me.
So I made my furtive move and a Green Monster got made:
The verdict: Where has the Green Monster been all my life??
I couldn’t taste ANY spinach yet somehow I suspect the spinach has taken the edge off the sickliness of the over-ripe banana, which was making me nervous. The oats give it body and the hint of vanilla goes along nicely. I am just SO impressed I might just build a , and mini-kitchen shrine to Angela for her convincing Green Monster ways.
AND it’s made so much better for being eaten with Spicy Big Foots:
What can I say? It’s just how I roll. Day successfully turned around!
I’m off for a night of drinks in Port of Spain and wearing a newly made dress–pics will come tomorrow. See you tomorrow and be good!