1) New article up at MamaPop for your reading pleasure: Douchebag of the Week: Michael Savage. Incidentally, I’m thinking of making “Douchebag of the Week” a regular thing. Surely there are enough douchebags I can write about to make it a weekly column.
2) Holy crap, please turn off my waterworks. Why is it I become more emotional the older I get? I thought I was supposed to get jaded and callous and all that stuff. But, no, instead I cry pretty much at anything, especially at this particular time of the month. Savage Love made me cry this afternoon, for crissakes. Seriously, though, read the first letter and tell me it doesn’t make you sad. Maybe it’s just that I relate. I’ve always been unattractive by conventional standards (i.e., fat), and have had to rely on being the funniest or the smartest girl in the room to survive, so maybe I just relate to the writer of the letter. I just want to find her and give her a hug and tell her she’s beautiful.
3) Okay, so the best part about this summer vacation is obviously the free time, but more specifically, it’s the novel concept of having time to prepare dinner that involves more labor than pushing 7-10 digits on my cell phone and speaking with a skilled pizza technician. Sunday I decided to go all out, and was amazed that, even though I made the entree up on the fly, it came out great and was done at the same time as the risotto. I have a thing for food stuffed inside of other food, so I made pork stuffed with chevre, spinach, garlic, and toasted hazelnuts.
This was a Very Good Idea. It was delicious. The only thing I’d do different next time is make it a roulade/pinwheel, but I didn’t have any twine.
Anyway, this post is jumbled and boring so I’m gonna go ahead and GTFO.