I was supposed to make stuffing for Thanksgiving Dinner and realized part way into preparation my iron skillet was missing. Odd, since I only use it at Thanksgiving. I searched everywhere - even the hall closet, just in case. No luck.
Before I knew it, I was on the kitchen floor...crying.
Not over iron, people. It was merely the last straw, apparently. This isn't the time or place for details on the tears. But I can tell you the moment that brought the smile.
I had already put in my first batch of biscuits and as I watched them closely, knowing they wouldn't be as good as my mom's, I cried even more. When they reached the perfect golden brown, I pulled them out and proceeded to douse one with butter and take a bite over the sink as the butter dripped down my fingers (per tradition).
Oh. My. Goodness. I did it.
I really did it.
Thirty two years and they FINALLY tasted just like my mom's.
I learned today that working at Microsoft allows you to send "kudos" to people who have helped make your day a littler easier. Basically, you can send a thank you note to someone and it automatically copies in their manager and gets tracked throughout the company.
I have a small obsession with socks. Colorful, striped, knee high, silly, expensive sporty ones...doesn't matter.
And I also love watching a business man sit down as his pants rise slightly at his ankle to see if he's daring or slightly boring. There are a few things that turn me on: an amazing mouth, dark hair, handyman capabilities. But a sneak peak at some fancy socks under a business suit -- whoa.
We had a Do Good Bus ride today and decided to meet some friends out at a bar afterward. My lovely staff girl and I showed up with matching shirts and silly hats from the ride and ordered some whiskey.
Strangers talked to us ALL NIGHT. "What's the occasion?" "Whose birthday?" "Love your hat." "Let me buy you a drink."
The best part was being able to answer, "No party. I just got off work." People were jealous.
I went on a blind date tonight and knew with in about 2 minutes of meeting him that it was going to be a long, uncomfortable glass of wine.
After we found a table, I noticed two women sitting close by had already spotted I was on a first date. I was embarrassed at first, but then thought of the many times I had been a spy, just like them.
I made it through my glass of wine and politely explained I had a movie to catch and needed to run. By now, my two lady spies had moved inside from the rain and I headed down the Promenade to see if, indeed, there was a movie I'd like to see.
After my stroll, no potential movies and not being able to find my car -- I ran into the spies at the parking machine. They were in front of me and I had my head buried in my phone looking up other movie options.
One of them turned around and said, "It's you!" She grabbed her friend and spun her around and said, "Look! It's her." "How was your date?!"
I smiled with pouty eyes and said, "Awful."
She immediately grabbed me and gave me a hug. A real hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart."
They explained they had been watching most of the time and realized pretty quickly it wasn't going well.
"We spent the rest of the evening going through our rolodex of friends trying to come up with someone to introduce you to. You seemed so sweet and cute. I mean, you stuck it out for the date, most girls wouldn't do that."
(Do people REALLY just get up from an unsuccessful date and leave?)
We joked for a bit and they wished me luck in the black hole that is dating in Los Angeles and we went our separate ways.