Sometimes, when the blog falls silent for a few days, it’s because I’ve been having a bad week. I’m grouchy, the kids are moody/cry-y/difficult, or I’ve just got too much on my plate.
Sometimes I just temporarily run out of things to say.
People who know me well are now snarfing.
Other times I have things to say, but no good or interesting way to say it. So I save you people the trouble of having to read a “Today I woke up! Then I brushed my teeth! Then I made breakfast! The end!!!” type of entry, which I always hated reading in my students’ writing journals [hi students! I really didn’t hate it. But I really did hate it.]
I have no good or interesting way to say the following, but maybe you can hang with me for a minute anyway?
Last week I made my own coffee creamer.
This one certain busybody that I know [LAURA!] has been on my case for about fourteen million years about my daily
chemical creamer intake, and honestly I’ve only felt the vaguest of guilt about it.
I figure, life is complicated enough without attributing my certain [but hopefully not in-the-near-future] death to the two tablespoons of goodness that I put in my coffee every morning.
But then I pinned this recipe with the tag OMG I AM TOTALLY GOING TO DO THIS. And I’m one of those people who does what she says she will do,
even especially if I said it in all caps with OMG as a prelude.
I don’t know how I turned out this way. My sister is the same way, though. Weird.
So. The creamer. I’m not going to lie. It’s no International Delight. It’s not even like, a National Delight. But I know what’s in it, and I can pronounce all of it.
So, in conclusion, Today I woke up! Then I poured my non-chemical creamer! Into my coffee! Then I drank it! Then I got on with my day! The end!!