Oh, but wait, there's more.
I was painting my toenails just now when my eyes wandered to an inflamed-looking gash near my ankle. Would you like to know the sound that outright lameness makes when it comes to dishing up some fresh fruit at lunch? It sounds much like a bowl would sound as it smashes to smithereens on the floor of a cafeteria. My information comes from reliable sources. I have also been informed that gashes inflicted by leaping shards of broken bowls are nasty things, as are wiggly little slivers of ceramic that wind up inside church shoes.
And the smell of outright ridiculousness? That would be the gently wafting scent of basil... coming from a freshly opened bag of M&M's. Perhaps next time I should consider storing my chocolate somewhere other than directly beneath my dried herbs. As unique as the experience of herbed M&M's is, I can safely say this is a culinary achievement I will probably avoid in the future.
Finally, the feeling of outright elation--I hope you all feel it as much as I do. In my experience, it usually accompanies emails from grandmothers, long runs with friends, letters from family, phone conversations with my favorite people (I've had lots of those lately), and inside jokes with dear friends.
And... weather forecasts including numbers starting with 7. For example, "Tuesday: high of 72," and "Wednesday: high of 75."
Ah... spring is finally here, embarrassing gashes heal quickly and cooks forgive readily, herbed M&M's are not so bad, and life is good.
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