I just introduced myself to our new neighbors. This is a big deal, mostly because I am not friendly. However, they have access to the backyard, so when I walked outside and saw them moving in, I knew I had to turn on the charm if I want to be invited to a barbecue this summer. Which, by the way, I do. I love hot dogs.
So I was all like, “Oh, can I carry your bike for you?” and “Let me help you with that” and “My boyfriend will be happy to tell you how to set up the Internet.” (Chris – we’ll talk about this later.)
Also, I was wearing blue sweat pants and a hot pink tank top that says “BACHELORETTE” in silver bedazzles, so I’m pretty sure I made a good impression, anyway.
I would have offered them some of my lunch, too, but I thought that might be over the top. You like how I transitioned there, to the hummus, feta and vegetable sandwich I had for lunch?
A bunch of the insides fell out, so I had to eat them on the side with some balsamic vinegar:
And then later, I started eating these guys:
So then I just made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a snack:
Can you call a sandwich a snack? I don’t know, but I did. I learned something about myself today. Whenever I don’t have egg whites for breakfast (usually I have toad in a hole, or whatever you want to call it, and two Morningstar sausages) I am starving all day. So now I have to eat this same breakfast every day for the rest of my life. I’m a little upset.