Today I am hung over and gastrointestinally ruined from a dinner that (in fine Belgian fashion,) ended around 2:30am, and so the bite size pieces will really be bite-sized today. And kind of crappy. Sorry in advance for that.
Look! I made mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Look! When I shrug I resemble a scary female bodybuilder.
Yeah. I'm kind of uncomfortable with that, particularly since i've done ZERO arm-exercise in like, forever, and ever. Fortunately they are "stealth guns", and if I don't shrug, they remain totally hidden and I look normal and womanly, and not at all like I've been injecting anabolic steroids.
This is as far as my pinot grigio pickled brain will take us today. This must be the best blog entry I've ever written.