I Still Can’t Move My Right Ass Cheek
Who cares, though? It’s Friday! The weekend approaches!
Casa Whoorl has been inundated with contractors, plumbers and electricians this week. In fact, I still have the grating sound of sanders, electric saws and hammers whizzing in my ears. When will that stop, by the way? The termites are gone, thanks to many men working to remove and replace the infested wood (YAY, no pesticides!), the plumbing is updated, small electrical issues taken care of and we’re still here! YES.
We’re experiencing quite a heatwave here at the beach. In fact, it’s already 78 degrees inside our home at 10:30am. Poor Wito wakes up drenched in sweat, but who cares? It’s Friday! The weekend approaches!
Oh, and guess what else?! I graduated from the Couch to 5K program this morning. I can officially run a 5K. WITH A BRUISED GOOSE EGG IN MY ASS. (Although, I did stop early when the throbbing ass issue morphed into more of a stabbing/ripping/burning ass phenomenon. Hey. I’m motivated, not a masochist.) The running post/valedictorian speech coming soon, but who cares? It’s Friday! The weekend approaches!
Let’s review. All of the house issues have been fixed, I am a running champion, I can’t sit on my right ass cheek, and the beach heatwave has turned my living room into the surface of Mars.
What does the rest of the day hold in store for Whoorl?
After weeks of brainstorming, Darren is coming over to create our new culinary delight, the Green Olive Pie. It’s a very up-and-coming dish that is sure to captivate the nation. Maybe. It involves, well, um, I’m not sure what in the hell it involves, but it’s serious. So serious, in fact, that I’ve donned my Princess Leia buns for the event.
Top Chef, here I come. Have a great weekend!