When the chef suggests, “Now would be the time to go buy yourself a pint of vanilla ice cream,” you know you are about to experience Death by Serrano Pepper. #deathetables
Why am I all nervous about this baseline lactate threshold test? Argh! There is no judgement here, no winning, no losing, no comparison, why, nerves, why?
From 356 tabs to 24 tabs on my phone? We call this Victoire!
Please don’t ask about my desktop browser tab counts.
I’ve graduated from ketchup on fries to Humble House Ancho and Morita on avocado. This makes me either an adult or a Californian, or both. 🥑🌶
Reading about the Rusko Orthostatic Test www.uphillathlete.com/rusko-ort… and remembering my years playing ultimate, I am amused at how fit I used to be, and how dramatically unfit I am these days.
I truly do not understand people who respond to questions on the internet with “I have no idea.” I want to tell them, “If you don’t know, don’t post.” Not having an opinion or answer is just fine.
I would argue that when someone sends you “get well quickly” flowers, the appropriate response is not, “What the f— is this?”
But here we are.
In defiance of a culture of alcohol, of which I have been a willing participant for many years, I turn to Seedlip, non-alcoholic spirits, for this weekend’s cocktails. 🍸🍹
Sometimes what you meant to paint isn’t what you actually painted, and that ends up being just fine.
This one is titled Sunset
Despite a whole glacier for camp locations, not one but two other parties pitched within 15m of our tents. I was disappointed in their choices, having little privacy for personal tasks. Did said tasks anyway, in full view when necessary. Them’s the breaks. #baker2020
Had my first covid test in prep for events later this week. Keeping workload light because of events later this week. Having steamed milk to reduce anxieties from events later this week.
Had a sleepover with Luna. She both kept me up last night, and woke me up early. I shall sleep early tonight.
Looking forward to returning to one of my favourite places in the world, though not specifically Neko Harbour next time.
Convinced again that there’re a rat and her babies in the compost bin, Tilly started digging.
I eventually rotated the bin to a new location to show her the bin had no rats this time.
“This time…” was her walking-away look.
Today I learned the phrase “another D as in David” is written as T.
My name is not so hard to spell as to write that letter incorrectly.