Oh, Trader Joe’s, how could you?
I cannot come up with any combination of ingredients that would justify that sad little comma.
P.S. I typically do not like apple sausages (something about combining organ meats and fruit…ick) but I had to buy it for the blog…and I didn’t think they would appreciate if I removed the cardboard label and put it back on the shelf.
P.P.S. Yes, I am grocery shopping for the blog.
So, after a busy day at the office – while the sun is shining outside and I can hear all those damn tourists having such a grand time, all the while I’m looking forward to riding my bike home, dreaming of enjoying the waning sun on my 40 minute ride home – I go say hello to my bike and find a flat tire. Damn. A bit disappointing. I really can’t be too upset though. I live in such a great place that even if my ride home gets a flat I can hop on a train that will get me home in 10 minutes and a nice boyfriend to pick me up at the train station. C’est la vie. And then I saw this!
View out of my living room window - nice!
So then, obviously, it was time for a lovely cocktail…
I chose "The Boulevardier". It was invented in 1927.
Ingredients: Bourbon, Campari and Sweet Vermouth
Delicious!
Max made a really good dinner of sausages, turnips and carrots. And now I’ve decided that this has been the best day ever. Wish you were here!
Well, it certainly sounds like your day redeemed itself! That picture out your window is stunning; I can’t wait to see your place. We’re going to hang out in the firehouse and drink old-timey cocktails and make our business cards – it will be marvelous.
My day yesterday was frustrating: I got very little work done (I think you know why) and now have looming deadlines to deal with today, and then after work I scheduled a massage, and it was horrible. I think I am not really a massage person in the first place, but I got talked into one of those Massage Envy year-long memberships where they charge you $59 each month (automatically) and for that you get one “free” massage (see, you pay $59 each month, so this is not really “free” they just call it that) plus all additional massages are $39. Which is a good price for a massage, provided it is a good massage, and you are the type of person who can fit two or more massages a month into their schedule. Anyways, my first three massages (I’ve had this membership for 11 months, and managed only three massages so far) were great, and (and this is important) the masseuse was hot – tall, well-built, maybe 25 years old, some sort of new-agey-type tattoos. Plus, his manner was very nice, soft-spoken and relaxing. But last night was another story! The dude was about 65 years old and had this giant gut, and every time he leaned over my back, his gut would smash against my arm. His massage had no flow to it, and he kept doing this weird digging under my shoulder blade thing, and at the end, he sort of shampooed my hair and scalp with massage oil…yeah, that bad, I almost got up and left. I feel like I need a massage to correct my massage. I guess I should have seen this coming when the week started out with an eye infection and a face rash. Sheesh. In conclusion, I wouldn’t recommend Massage Envy – I do like the occasional massage, but I like my $59 bucks more. Also in conclusion, today darn well better be an improvement over Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.
Carmen is discussing. 
Emilily is discussing.
Carmen 2:40 pm on November 18, 2009 Permalink
I think Trader Joe’s needs to read THIS.