He’s eating pizza and I made myself a Quesadilla.

I had the brilliant thought of buying salsa some weeks ago when it was on sale, knowing it just had to be in stock for when this magical night arrived. I should have put the pizza actually on the pizza pan but instead went straight to the racks and things ended messily. Spent a lot of time hacking off pieces of crust from the bottom of the oven and the rack itself. Then karma got me and my dinner took slightly longer than expected because there was an incident involving Coyote and is microwave.

It was love…sparks flew. And then just like a woman she got comfortable and stopped working.

So my dinner was baked instead of nuked.

We may not replace the Microwave. Currently crushing hard on this ‘hippie-love-and-eliminate-all-toxins-and-put-the-cats-on-a-raw-diet’ kind of phase. As I get older I get more granola. This comes naturally and genetically from my mother who has been ahead of the curve environmentally for years.

I may need to get the cats a fishing boat to catch their own food.

We also need to move to a lake then.

Just last week we stumbled upon terrifying facts regarding Blistex and we all immediately ditched our medicated lip balms for their natural counterparts. This then snowballed in to a ban of parabens, petro products and sulfates. In times like these kids…read the labels. And google incessantly. And watch your recycle bin fill up with toxic castaways.

I have to get an x-ray tomorrow…chest congestion. I make art everytime I cough.

Isn’t that a nice romantic way of looking at it?

How was your Monday night?