Stuffies and lost underwear: one woman's weekend (and she has a friend this time).

My friend and I went out to dinner and had stuffies.  Stuffie is a colloquial term for stuffed clams.  They were delicious.  I also loved the mini Tabasco bottle that came with it.

Take this clam and stuff it, I ain't working here no more. 

Today I was walking in a parking lot and my underwear, which felt too big all day, fell down.  It fell down my shorts, so it was clear to the middle-aged woman (who was watching me like I had Zenith written across my forehead) going into the store that my underwear was hanging out of my shorts.  I still had an errand to do, but felt a little embarrassed about my underwear oddly hanging out of my shorts.  

I should explain that the drawers were boy shorts, so it was as if shorts were hanging out of my shorts.  I took it off in the car and put it in the cup holder.  I had to throw it away.  My memory of that underwear is that it always felt too big and I don't understand why.  I didn't throw it in the parking lot because I'm better than that (my friend observed that a lot of people had littered in the parking lot and my first reaction was to join them and toss my shorts alongside the other litter).  I'm not litterbug, but when you decide to toss some drawers, you just cannot wait to unload them.  Pantload is a great word.      

I made this (Garfield) mushroom and spinach lasagna that turned out pretty decent.  I've made it before and it's even in a poem. 

 I think it's called friendship lasagna because a woman I worked with brought me some from her house when it was a bad snow storm and I didn't have lunch.  She was my friend, hence friendship lasagna. I do love Garfield.  

 

  

Lethargy II: How to outlive Wilfred Brimley

How is he still alive?  I don't mind that he's still breathing; I'm just surprised.  I do eat a lot of oatmeal but I smoke a shit-ton, too.  How you say?  Mezzo mezzo?

I've lived in this town for two years and still haven't found a place to go swimming.  I'd really like to go swimming or to the beach today.  I think I'll look at a map.  I feel very inland, which is a real son of a bitch.

Lethargy: one woman's journey into July

Today is July 1, 2017 and I couldn't be less excited about the prospect of a new day or a new month.  📅

I attended a funeral the other day.  While we were driving in the procession, I was touched that people stood with their hats on their hearts and their heads bowed while we passed.  It's actions like that, simple, respectful gestures, that make me think humanity is not a lost cause.

Happy 4th of July everyone. 

I started my vacation at noon yesterday.  I have been super lazy and I've watched a bunch of documentaries.  Of course, now I'm watching Behind the Candelabra, the Liberace biopic.

I made Pad Thai yesterday and it was so-so.  I forgot to add the garlic and sugar.

It's edible, but could be better next time. 

One of the documentaries I watched was Anita.  What a courageous woman!  I kept thinking of all of the sexual harassment training I've had at various jobs.  If it wasn't for her testifying, things wouldn't be as they are now.  It's quite remarkable if you think about how she came forward to testify about Justice Thomas's character in regards to his nomination.  Because she did that, the law is now behind any woman or worker who is sexually harassed.  My friend cracked me up with the following comment: