There are days when you get lucky. With a lot of craziness going on in the world lately, maybe it’s important to appreciate the small miracles? Someone on TV said that the other day, so if you disagree, take it up with them.
I don’t usually think of myself as a bright side person, but here is an instance where it was easy to find a silver lining. At dinnertime yesterday, I began cooking a meal. Except I don’t do that. I started to microwave dinner. I had macaroni, with veggies dammit, because I’m a responsible adult/vegetarian. My meal was cooking when I looked at the counter and realized I never got an eating utensil out, so I did that.
Then the microwave dinged and I removed my food. As it turned out, I had indeed gotten an eating utensil out. A metal fork was in there with my food for about a minute. Yet nothing went wrong or exploded! While I’m not going to make a habit out of doing that, hopefully, it’s pretty cool for a one time thing.
I have not yet decided whether this means I should buy a lottery ticket or whether I’ve used up all my luck and should do whatever the opposite of a lotto ticket is. Invest in a savings bond?
PS, I originally looked up kitchens when finding pictures for this post, which may not be obvious by the photos I chose. A fair number of kitchen results had no microwaves in them. I guess if you’re fancy enough to take pics of your kitchen and post them on the internet for others to view, you’re too good for a microwave. The other option is that I just didn’t notice the microwaves, which may be more likely. My ability to pay attention to detail can best be described as huh?
The end. I don’t say that at the end of every post. I felt like saying it now, so guess what? I did. Thank you and goodnight.
December is the time when most people start shopping for others as various holidays encourage gift giving and thinking of your fellow man and peace on earth and whatever. That’s great and all but don’t forget about yourself.
I’m just a concerned citizen with no conflict of interest or agenda of my own, telling you to think of you. How might you do this, you ask? I’m happy to tell you!
In case you want to treat yo self (shout to Tom and Donna), here’s a couple suggestions that are on sale this week:
What Love Means – A prep school brat and a biker have a complicated past and an uncertain future. Plus, spelling bees!
Spell checking is vital component in my life. I’m a terrible speller. I vaguely remember school spelling bees where I was never the worst but I never won either. Yet somehow the Scripps National Spelling Bee is something I’ve loved for years.
Watching adorably awkward kids spell insane words and trying to guess them is fun for some reason. Back in 2015, both the winners were from the same region I was born in, and the girl who won from Olathe, KS, is from the same area I grew up in, so that was neat. They were my favorites to win just because of where they were from, but I normally root for whoever is funny and/or painfully shy (because the shy ones need the support!).
In What Love Means, the two main characters are former spelling bee competitors who are now helping their siblings with the bee. It’s the backdrop for the action, but you don’t have to like or know anything about spelling bees to read the book.
I took the official prelim test for the past year and was not at all surprised that I didn’t make the cut. Out of a possible 30 points, a score of 27 was needed to advance. I got a 25, which is actually pretty good for me. I got the majority of spelling questions wrong and most of the vocab questions right. Then I got the round two word right because I’ve read Harry Potter. How did you do on the test?