I was Kate Winslet on Tuesday night’s 6-miler.
Not Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-Kate. Titanic-Kate.
I had this really icky phlegm coating my tongue. It was distracting. So I spit. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always been too scared I’ll screw it up and I’ll just have saliva dripping down the front of my shirt. I mean, it’s already gross enough to be spitting, but to have it hanging from my lower lip would just be humiliating. Never mind it was dark.
But I couldn’t stand it. The phlegm was slowing me down. I thought of Kate Winslet in that scene in Titanic when Leo DiCaprio teaches her to hawk a loogie. I sort of sucked it into a liquid ball on the tip of my tongue, then blew it out into the grass along the sidewalk.
Spee-it lack ah man! I celebrated in my head.
Okay, so it was a girlie version of how a man spits, but I did it! And I felt so much better afterward.
I tried Zico Pure Coconut Water this week. I saw something on TV that said it is supposed to be really good for you. Good hydration, all-natural and all that.
I just grabbed the non-flavored carton off the shelf at the grocery store, completely missing the fact that there are flavored options available.
At home, I showed it to Mr. T and he smelled it first. Then I took a sip. “Not bad. Tastes like unsweetened coconut.”
Mr. T tried it. “Tastes like sour milk.”
“No it doesn’t.” I grabbed it out of his hand. But then all I could taste was spoiled dairy. Argh. I chugged it anyway. It was refreshing once I got it all down, but next time I’ll get mango flavor.
I’m going on a date with Mr. T and I have been wanting to get a dress. So me and T Junior went shopping today. A little high from my 2-pound weight loss, I tried on a size Medium dress.
Booyah! Totally fit. And it was a cute dress. And it was on sale.
Everything was going so well, then T Junior ran face-first into the wall in the dressing room, splitting the inside of his upper lip. I dropped to the commercial-carpet floor and cradled my sobbing child in the dress. I saw what he did, but still don’t understand how he did it. He was playing with his dinosaur (a dragon from his Happy Meal at lunch) and he just ran straight into the wall. It was so weird.
Luckily, the cut must’ve not been that bad. There wasn’t too much blood, which is good because all I had in my purse was a package of Wet Ones.
And I got the dress, plus a cute little cardigan cover-up…in a Medium. Yay!