Papi says it was all a joke. "I sat there with it waiting for you to see what I'd done, but you never looked."
fair enough, i do get a little obsessed on the coffee shop, and i was overjoyed watching the baby eagles too ... so maybe it's the truth
"By the time you saw it, I'd forgotten I'd done it and would have gone to work like that. But you freaked out and started doing my hair."
hell fucking yes i did!
I'm a little more calm about that now.
Now I can focus on the other things that are testing my serenity.
testing? i don't think so ... you're already gone. weren't you plotting how to kill the cat?!
I googled some nice chicken purée soups and veggie smoothies, then promptly went out to buy the ingredients. When I came home however, there wasn't a clear spot on the counter to make anything.
oh i'll make a spot ... i'll just shove all you bastards to one side! haha i win!! goddammit!! where'd the mother fucking knife go?!
We're still living in the mayhem of boxes. The Great Sewage Flood Purge is taking a long time. Papi's down for the count with a never ending, tooth extracted, bleeding gum, and I'm too tired to do anything from lack of nourishment.
or at least that's my excuse ...
I managed to make myself my very first, raw food, vegetable smoothie. I did exactly what they instructed. I really need to get my greens in, and they recommended stuffing as many leafy beauties into my new VitaMix as possible.
After I blended up the fruit, I stuffed in my gems.
My anticipating eyes were thrilled as I added the luscious, lovely greens! My waiting mouth was ecstatic that they would soon be entering my anemic blood stream. I'd be feeling better in no time!
I took a sip.
Honestly, I had to nurse that fucker for 3 hours. Oh, I consumed it, but I had to take itty bitty sips through my straw. It fooled my stomach into believing that I was full. That was a good thing.
But the flavour?
Um. Dirt milkshake anyone?
I still have 2/3 of a blender to drink. It's going to be strictly a labour of love for my blood stream to finish off this puppy. My body better fucking well thank me for the suffering I'm about to endure.
After I finally finished my healthy, veggie smoothie that tasted like I'd eaten the lawn, I ate a smooth, chocolatey, sweeter than sweet, bucket of coconut ice cream.
How do these raw food people do this?
Thank god I still get my coffee. There would be a police situation in the house if I couldn't. It just might have to be double coffee days until I can find the counters and chew food.