Secondly, for all the nerdy homemakers/bakers, here's a link to a site selling the Pi pie plate. Maybe I'll get it and bake pies in it, though pi isn't really my thing. Maybe I can find a French pie plate. This one will do, I suppose.
Sad news! For lunch, I was really excited about eating my leftover Thai food from last night's take-out. I was in the kitchen, chopping up some extra vegetables to add and about to make some more Asian-ish sauce. Then in one fell swoop, I knocked the entire affair onto the floor of the tiny kitchen.
Upon seeing the sopping heap of rice, vegetables, tofu, and sauce on the kitchen floor, I started an accelerated version of the grieving process:
- Anger (Copious profanity, banging dishes around, snapping at the boyfriend that the kitchen floor is too filthy to eat off.)
- Denial (Briefly considered the boyfriend's suggestion to scoop everything back into the bowl and eat it.)
- Sadness (Crying and sniffling as I made a substitute lunch.)
Today, I feel like freakin' Mount Vesuvius, about to erupt at any moment and bury poor Romans (=the unfortunate boyfriend) in hot ash and volcanic rock. I'm also really embarrassed that I cried over cold Thai stir-fry... :-X
[Dear Parents, I'm sorry for any times that you have had to deal with my impetuous behavior as well. Please don't disown me.]
Fortunately, I was able to go for a run and let off some of that excess volcanic steam that had been brewing all day. (Library site, you will be the death of me!) Here are my splits:
- Mile 1 - 9:47
- Mile 2 - 9:30
- Mile 3 - 8:57
- Mile 4 - 8:50
In amusing news, the boyfriend and I looked up blackstrap molasses today on Wikipedia because we were curious as to how it is such a good source of iron. Then we found out about the Boston Molasses Disaster which is kind of tragically hilarious. Now, I'm just crossing my fingers that a 40-foot wave of molasses doesn't rush through the streets of Champaign-Urbana on Race Day. That might kill my chances of a PR...