Happy Wednesday you winsome and wonderful weirdos! I don’t know what I’d do without you.
So here are five things that make my little heart smile:
Lunch dates with my rad mates.
On Tuesday Ms. A, Ms J. (good grief, do I sound like Tyra Banks?), and I had lunch at one of Vancouver’s newer food carts – Mom’s Grilled Cheese.
These roaming food wagons are getting more and more prevalent – especially around the downtown core where we work – and offer a huge amount of choice in terms of menu options.
It’s not just chili cheese dogs and cans of coke anymore, folks.
You can get Vietnamese subs, shawarma, Asian-fusion, Ukrainian pierogies (who knew that spell check doesn’t know what a pierogi is!?), pulled-pork sandwiches, BBQ – seriously the list, like Rip van Winkle’s beard, grows ever long.
(Man, I can’t believe that the most hip facial hair reference I could think of is a make-believe dude who slept a lot!)
Anywho, grilled cheese was eaten; grilled cheese was loved.
By all three us.
I ordered Swiss with tomato on multi-grain.
Cor. Absolutely delicious that was. If you ever visit the truck, and you’re wracked by indecision – give that a go.
You won’t be disappointed.
Trying on pretty pretties.
Today at lunch I bopped about the usual circuit (Vancity’s downtown/shopping business district) with the usual suspects (Ms. J + friends) and I tried on this dress:
And then this one:
It’s funny, because in the store I felt like I was veering towards the red (I didn’t buy either) – but now that I’m looking at these photos, I’m particularly drawn to the white.
When it was on me, I thought I looked super “Little House on the Prairie”, but now I’m thinking more along the lines of “Pilgrim chic.”
I’m not sure – I’m turning over the issue to the experts.
Either way, it’s always fun when you have someone with whom you can motor, who also is game to play dress up in the middle of your work day.
It’s a great way unwind, albeit briefly.
Plus it gives you the chance to say things like, “does this look like a giant bedazzled compression sock?”
To which the answer is always, yes.
Yes it does.
Spring means many things here in Lotus Land.
It heralds the arrival of the chickadee dee dees – and other bird friends – who have recently returned from their tropical, winter sojourn. You can hear them in the morning as you draw back the blinds, or the moment you step out your front door as you leave for work.
It also means a boat load of rain – but I don’t want to write about.
I want to write about all the amazing tulips that have sprouted everywhere! Their colours are so rich and vibrant, I can practically feel my heart swelling inside my chest every time I see them.
I also have tricky fingers and want to pick all of them, so I have to walk by quickly, for fear of snatching them all to myself.
(And therefore also the police. I fear them too.)
I don’t paint my fingernails all too often. So when I do, I always feel as though I’ve accomplished something pretty cool.
In fact, I’m always a little startled that no one presents me with a plaque to mark the occasion.
The other night, as M and I sat in front of the fire (yes! A fire at the beginning of May! I am just as appalled as you are!) I painted my nails a sort of aubergine-maroon colour.
And I like it!
(Way more than I do the idea of a fire in May that’s for darned sure.)
I just finished reading Bossypants and boy did I ever enjoy it. The lovely Emily of Well Fed, Flat Broke lent me her copy and I pretty much hovered it up over the last two days.
Ms. Fey is hilarious.
There were pages that just kept me laughing non-stop. It was also nice to read about a woman with whom I really identify.
We’re not the same person by any stretch of the imagination, but so much of what she writes about, I found myself nodding along, feeling like I could relate to much of what she was talking about.
(Except of course working at a bleak-as-hell YMCA in Chicago during the early 1990s. Of that I have little knowledge or experience.)
I also have a massive crush on her and Amy Poehler’s friendship. Is that possible? Can you covet a best friendship?
Memo to all my real-life friends: Get cooler. And fast.
(I kid, I kid. If you were any cooler, you’d all be ice cold.*)
*In my mind I sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger when I say that.
Yikes! I must get back on track. SO – if you’re thinking of picking up the book, do it, do it!
You won’t regret it.
Unless of course your name rhymes with Parah Salin. Then, maybe, stay away.
So there you have it, you wacko beauty cats! Five things that bring me the lolz and smiles.
I hope they could bring you some too.