7:13/5:34 (and it feels a little like winter is ending sooner than later).
I watched the Canadian Men's hockey win the quarterfinal in overtime instead of grocery shopping today. Only this house and the people in it would be okay with that, but also it won't hurt us to use up some of the things we have on hand in order to turn over supplies.
There's an X made of ashes on my forehead. I asked the preacher who's ashes they actually were and he completely ignored me. Maybe he was forewarned. Maybe Jacob flew in and told him I would be later because the game was live and the coffee grew cold but the shots on net were relentless.
What am I giving up? Going to try some self-emotional blackmail this time. Why not? Giving up chocolate doesn't seem to work so I'm trying different things now.
I'm going to make spaghetti for dinner. I had waffles for breakfast so I'm good. Turns out I'm really not a pancake gal. Nor am I sad that I was able to finish off the last of the sweet potatoes for lunch. You throw them overhand into the microwave and then mash them in a bowl, skin and all with a sprinkly-shake of Everything but the bagel seasoning. Delicious and good for you.
Going to eat three meals today. I'm trying to get into tip-top Olympic shape here, stop laughing.