Woke up this morning at 4:25 a.m. for the fourth morning in a row, feeling a vigorous sense of persecution at the idea of a new year looming over me and how we're all supposed to be whipping ourselves into shape -- spiritually, physically, intellectually and emotionally -- like lean young greyhounds. Clearly, it would be much better if we all skulked under the blankets until, say, March, nursing our grievances and keeping ourselves well away from everyone who is determined to make a good start of things. Because those people? They wear on my last nerve, the one that has already been frayed threadbare by the knowledge that Oprah Winfrey, who is surely the devil, has launched a new network called OWN, the Oprah Winfrey Network, "devoted to self-discovery, to connecting you to your best self and to the world."
I'd vomit if that wouldn't make it necessary to change the sheets. Just. Vomit.
Cookbook Countdown #15: Whole30 Recipes - This month for Cookbook Countdown 15, I have chosen to use the cookbook The Whole30 by Melissa Hartwig and Dallas Hartwig. Margaret at Tea and Scones and I...
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