I nibbled on cold pizza all day at work yesterday and I just realized that when you feed your system with all that cold oily stuff, your Liquor cerebrospinalis seems to thicken as well. It’s just my silly imagination, of course, but yeah, as of this writing I reckon that my CSF from the lumbar region which normally contains 15 to 45 mg/dl protein and 50-80 mg/dl glucose (unless I’m really way off the norm as I am wont to be) is now 80% oily crust, 10% mozzarella, 5% oily mushroom, and 5% apple sauce (don’t barf yet, the latter independently, is what I have to deal with today since it’s the only thing left in my overhead file cabinet survival stash). That, or life just pretty much naturally slowed down today compared to the overdrive I succumbed to yesterday when we were severely short-handed by two people in my department while I had to squeeze in a little bit of paperwork organization for tax purposes – hub’s and mine, plus the monkey biz. I finished with flying colors last night, with my accountant short of awarding me a cookie, so I’m happy. Today is the calm after the hurricane.
Anyway, cold-pizza-brained or not, I’m tickled silly.
As I just made a little decision to scratch off a lil somethin’ in my humongous bucket list. I’m going for it on Saturday, the 16 of April. And I’m giddy and joyful as heck with my tiny secret!
I’m not telling. Oh I want to tell so bad! Maybe one day… *wink*
But don’t worry, it’s wholesome and fun and it’s definitely not against the law of God nor the entire universe. I’m just thrilled at the prospect of feeding my heart with such glee this weekend…with just a little price to pay. $78!!! (Actually, times three, since I managed to twist the arms of my dearly supportive hubs, and my sister-in-law who is just as crazy as me!
What’s in your bucket list?
