Random Thursday

1.  Get this.  I have started using the What I'm Cooking posts to remind myself exactly what I'm supposed to be cooking throughout the week.  It's genius!  Or sad.

I started a cooking confessional post for last week, titled it Cooking Confessional: What the Heck did I Cook?, sat there trying to remember what I'd cooked, when I'd cooked it, and how it turned out.  After about five minutes I decided that you guys didn't really care, and gave up.

2.  I can't type if my fingernails are too long.  It's true.  And not only can I not type, but if the pads of my fingers can't touch the keys, I can't even think of what to type.

It's kind of a bummer, because I have decent nails (I love that they're shaped like my mom's) that grow quickly enough  that I have to cut them once a week.

It's not that big of a bummer, because I don't really take care of them the way I should (nor do I intend to start), and cutting them is so much easier than making and remembering to keep nail appointments.

3. I love coconut.  I dream of coconut cupcakes.  I love Almond Joy creamer.  I adore macaroons.  I once tried to make some.  Once.  I didn't beat the egg whites enough and ended up with a cookie sheet full of glued-on, charred coconut. 

I should try that again.

4. I have never had a Krispy Kreme donut.

To me, donuts aren't worth the calories.  They have no power over me.  I walk by them every Sunday at church, stick out my tongue, and keep on walking. 

Coconut cupcakes, on the other hand...

5. I went to physical therapy 40 minutes late last Wednesday, but I thought I was only 10 minutes late, which isn't technically late (for me).

I went to physical therapy 72 hours early last Friday, so it's more than a wash.  Now I can pretty much be 40 minutes late to physical therapy for...ever.

6. Yes, I know I'm a dork.  Thank you for asking.

7.  I laugh when people talk about winning the lottery.  God would never let me win the lottery.  I know that God knows that millions would ruin me.  He would never let me win.  He loves me too much.

8. I will be putting on a bathing suit in exactly 45 days.  I wish God cared as much about this as He does the lottery thing.  I could stand a little miracle-action in the bathing suit department.

The Wonder Hub and I are working on our beach bods for each other.  Which is, if you think about it, as it should be.

It's good that I can dream about coconut cupcakes, as there are clearly none in my immediate future.

9. Molly and I were walking our two-mile loop Tuesday.  I was singing to her- something like, "Molly, Molly Crockett.  Queen of the wild frontier!" when I realized there was an iPod-less jogger following close behind.  We saw him again yesterday, on our three-mile loop. 

I think I have the beginnings of a fan club.