Spending
I looked at my closet. Outrageous number of clothes. I really only have three favorite work outfits and one favorite weekend outfit.
I purged my closet. Now I'm down to the three and the one and then the requisite funeral attire. Rocking! Streamlined! I can travel on my belly.
Then I bought new clothes. This wasn't prompted by clothing withdrawal so much, instead I paid for Mom's real estate taxes and I thought, "That was no fun at all. When was the last time I bought new clothes?" Now I have eight new things. Stupid.
So, not traveling on my belly. One hopes I suddenly hate it all and can return it before I wear any of it.
Cooking
What do you cook as a thank-you for the Physical Therapy staff? The least healthy food ever.
Pig Candy AND Oreo Balls. (I have seen too many recipes for Oreo Balls, but if you don't know it's one package Oreos crumbled, 8 oz cream cheese, roll into balls, dip them in something.)
Yeah, you just try and exercise that off, healthy people. Go for the burn.
That's just evil. So, no more stretching and reaching (other than out for food)?
Posted by: Big Dot | November 18, 2012 at 11:00 PM
I've never even HEARD of oreo balls. What...?
Posted by: Erin G | November 19, 2012 at 02:14 AM
You are living up to your blog title!
Posted by: Hattie | November 19, 2012 at 12:00 PM
Ahem...I can see to it that your no-longer-wanted clothes are safely donated to a worthy charity.
Posted by: Becs | November 19, 2012 at 05:51 PM
Oh my god, my closet. My closet is probably a really potent symbol of the decadence of modern society. I suck. I've also dropped my antidepressants down a notch - I'm sure you couldn't tell.
Posted by: allison | November 19, 2012 at 07:11 PM
Big Dot - Oh, fine, so I went ahead and kept the balls and bacon for myself and gave the PT folks chocolate chip cookies. I may take the bacon and balls in to work tomorrow.
Erin - I'm sure it's a midwest thing, where the folks are fat.
Hattie - Because I make suburban food? Neither of those desserts contain cream of mushroom soup.
Becs - The shirts would hit you below the knees.
Allison - Well there was that Competitive Anxiety post ...
Posted by: TheQueen | November 20, 2012 at 12:03 AM
Oreo balls are also known as Snowman Poop.
Posted by: Wendy | November 24, 2012 at 08:44 PM
Wendy- ewwwww. But visually evocative.
Posted by: TheQueen | November 25, 2012 at 11:44 AM
I gave my physical therapist nothing, because he was an unpleasant ass. At least he was good at the actual physical therapy.
Posted by: Tami | November 29, 2012 at 03:19 PM
Tami - I liked mine.I think my sister-in-law Sandy fell for hers. Gary liked his female pT, not the male.
Posted by: TheQueen | December 01, 2012 at 03:26 PM