Friends, this week we’re doing what feels right.
Hence, the total lack of coherence to any of my posts, my insatiable craving for candy corn, and my continued boycott of lettuce.
This is the way I live.
It’s still sunny up here (we’ve had an insane no-rain streak), but it’s not particularly “warm” anymore, so it was time to ditch the diva-wallpaper on my phone and pick something a little bit more…subdued.
Obviously I haven’t managed to swing all the way back to granny-wallpaper yet, but it’s not over until the last leaf falls from the trees.
I also finally worked up the nerve to crack my mini-LARA bar stash.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
It was fun to try one of the new flavors, but it basically tasted like the Peanut Butter Cookie LARA with a bit of cocoa powder and a few chocolate chips.
That being said, I figured it was a “healthy” dessert after a night of full of oven fries, Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups (amazing), brie and wine.
Call me pro-league at justifying my feasting habits.
From time to time, I at least like to pretend that I’ve got it together.
Tonight via Netflix On Demand, I watched a documentary on Fred Phelps’ Westboro Baptist Church, Fall From Grace, which seems appropriate in light of the fact that the Supreme Court heard a case this session on hate speech (theirs) and military funerals.
Summary: It was really too disturbing for words.
What was so deeply touching in all of that darkness: There are Harley riders that make a point of parking in front of where those hateful protesters are standing during the funerals, and they rev their engines throughout to drown out the protest noise. It shouldn’t have to be that way, but it is comforting to know that there are people sticking up for those families.