Disgustingly delicious

There is nothing quite so yummy - or scandalous - as a little pour of maple syrup over a pint of caramel hazelnut fudge truffle ice cream.  Especially in company with a gorgeously staged murder mystery on Netflix!

I am a coward

I wish I wasn't.

I can't imagine living my entire life alone - it seems impossible.  But then, so does growing old, and I'd prefer going old to the alternative.

But the idea of being alone, all day, with brief interludes when someone asks me to do something at work, with only my television and whatever robot voice-activated gadget I own in future - that just makes me shrivel up inside.

At least, no matter how pathetic my human relationships may be, I can always get a pet.  Crazy cat lady...here I come?

Nope

Not had easily...not had at all...there must be a difference, yes?

Who is he?

I don't know where shy ends and coy begins, nor do I know where coy ends and shy begins.  I do know that a shy smile, hiding and revealing so much all in one, is where the first heartbeat thumps and the dreams begin.

But once we begin to dream, then coy comes into play, and therein the danger lies.  Still, anything worth having isn't had easily.

Lay Flat to Dry

Who came up with "lay flat to dry"?  What kind of Martha-Stewart-Living freak imagines we all live in gigantic, airy houses with marble-clad bathrooms upon which we lay our $15 sweaters and $25 dresses flat to dry after hand-washing them in dedicated hand-wash basins, clearly with only the finest detergent Wal Mart has to offer?

I have a dress - a long dress - that's "lay flat to dry".  Right now it's hanging over the balustrade to my loft, approximately one-third of it on the roughly hewn wood, and the rest hanging off.  Sorry, label.  I just don't dry my dresses on my dining room table.

Out of Touch

I feel silly for asking, but how do all these women - who quit jobs as kindergarten teachers to become famous on Instagram for their bodacious rear ends - MAKE this money?  Can you monetize an Instagram?  It simply doesn't make sense to me - I've been blogging for years and I have earned $11 so far.  You think I'm joking!

If I were gorgeous and skinny, I'd so consider it though.  To be a millionaire just by taking selfies of my bum...it's tempting.

Does that make me a bad person?  Nah.  Just a broke, desperate grad student.

Cheat day

Spending today with football, novels, and cooking.  I have to snatch these days from life otherwise I'll go completely insane.  I need to be good and edit photos as well, but I'll do that while I'm watching Masterpiece tonight.

Two words: salmon cakes.