I called in sick to work today. I absolutely hated doing it, as it is Superbowl Sunday, and my weekend supervisor was a little worried that we weren't enough people this weekend, but I slept like crap and my jaw looks like Jay Leno's. I quickly went from martyrdom to pity party, as I realized I never have an entire day to myself unless I feel like crap and it's an emergency. My parents cheerfully took the Kid last night, but they get tired easily, and I'm not sure how long I have before I have to go and rescue them. My dad's best friend died yesterday and dad's sad, so I hope the Kid is cheering him up a little. Dad's best friend was a beautiful man, and a super cute dad and grandfather, like my dad, and I'm sad too.
I'm watching the Barefoot Contessa, trying to get inspired to eat something, but she's making salmon today, and I don't eat fish. The good news is that I just saw that Nigella Lawson is on after this. I love Nigella Lawson. I have a total girl crush on her. She makes absolutely beautiful food, and never apologizes for the calorie content. I have one of her books, "How to Be a Domestic Goddess", filled with all these goopy, chocolately fluffy yummy dessert recipes.
One day, I may actually get to use that book.
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