She’s baaaaaaaaaaaack.
B****.
And she brought some songs. You know you can’t resist. Here’s another one. You can also listen to Cold as Fire here if you haven’t ripped your ears off by this point. Is she ripping off the oompa loompa song there? Break it down? No…please just make it stop. I need an Advil.
DEAR LORD, WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH HER HAIR? <shudder…> It scares me.
Photo from TMZ.com.
Okay, so while my darling, one of a kind girl Sarah was apartment sitting last week, she left something on my counter that I’ve always walked past in the grocery store and thought “hey, that could be good…maybe next time…” while then moseying on over to the Amy’s soups and Lean Cuisine Paninis (hey, when you need a quick lunch, you need a quick lunch…).
But there it was - a package of individual, ready to pour and slurp, miso soup powder.
Yum, yum.
And so, I debated in my head. Should I just wait and give them back to her at dinner? I’ll replace them, of course - if I didn’t intend to do that I could have made up some story of “the cats knocked it down and Harley busted it open and was rehydrating tofu chunks with his tongue. sorreeeee…”.
Well, today I finished the package of three packets (say that 10 times fast) and I have to say…this is one lovely little invention. I’m actually not the biggest miso soup fan at a sushi restaurant (edamame please…), but on my desk? at the office? Oh sweet heaven aren’t you delicious…
Anyway, I’d take photos of my miso soup but I’m too busy typing with one hand and guzzling broth and seaweed from the mug in my other hand. Mmmmmmm…delish…
That when you Google “Rachel Segal and Adam Bullied“, Adam’s blog is the only one that shows up on the first page. I don’t even make it into the top five pages (Note: I don’t know if I make it there at all because I gave up and stopped caring and thought I’d just write about it and periodically shoot Adam dirty looks instead.).
How does that work?!!
The guy who keeps a steely focus on work gets the props when I’m the the one with heavily used ‘personal’, ‘weekends’ and ‘wedding’ tags? Google, you confuse me sometimes. Someone needs to talk to your spiders and tell them that my blog is where you’ll learn about “rachel segal and adam bullied”.
Yes. I’ve written “rachel segal and adam bullied” now three times. Does that help? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Amazing day. There are no words to describe how surreal and lovely everything felt. When I peaked my head in and saw the place settings in the library, all I could think was “for us? really?”. The conservatory lived up to all the ideas in my head that have gotten bigger and bigger over the last seventeen months…and more. Arriving in the garden and peaking around the corner to see Adam standing there peaking right back was a crazy high…I couldn’t stop smiling all day and haven’t really stopped since…except to blow my nose (bad cold two days later…I somehow consider myself lucky).
Alright - enough of the mushy gushy love stuff…back to work. I’m sure I’ll be hanging out around here a lot more now that I don’t have rose petals and fondant on the brain.
(Who am I kidding - I always have rose petals and fondant on the brain…)
Photo courtesy of my favorite DJ…
