It's Friday. I got to wear jeans to work today. All the bosses were out of the office. It's Allie's turn to cook Friday dinner. I have friends in town this weekend and next. My family descends on DC in a couple weeks.
And yet I am captain grumpy pants lately (not, sadly, an April Fools joke). I can't decide if I need a little vacation from work (possibly I told a coworker "use your WORDS" today...) or if it's the weather (I swear, for the past three or four days, it looks like the same [indeterminate] time all day long because of the non-stop clouds and drizzle). Either way, I'm hoping Allie's risotto and a little bit of wine will snap me out of this rut.
Until then, I leave you with the evidence that I was destined to be a messy cook.
And yet I am captain grumpy pants lately (not, sadly, an April Fools joke). I can't decide if I need a little vacation from work (possibly I told a coworker "use your WORDS" today...) or if it's the weather (I swear, for the past three or four days, it looks like the same [indeterminate] time all day long because of the non-stop clouds and drizzle). Either way, I'm hoping Allie's risotto and a little bit of wine will snap me out of this rut.
Until then, I leave you with the evidence that I was destined to be a messy cook.
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