Dear Boo,
Oh, May! Where did you go? Already the 31st and only two posts to show for it. For shame. But to be fair, you haven't exactly been a kind muse these past few weeks, what with the day after day of pouring rain followed by a sudden and scorching entrance by Summer, the advent of unemployment (read: the state of being, not the weekly check in the mail) and return of summer classes, and the arrival today of a nasty sore throat and itchy ears. But then, perhaps I've neglected you a bit.* I certainly didn't take advantage of your abundance of fresh first picked asparagus shoots at the market, or those tiny precious boxes of strawberries that began appearing on farmstand tables. I admit I share the blame.
On June 30th, I have my first dress fitting for the wedding (I know, I know, I said I wouldn't keep talking about it), and so I decided long ago that my wedding diet would begin June 1st in preparation. So this weekend, I went out with a bang before the ascetic lifestyle was to begin, I thought, on Tuesday. After our Memorial Day picnic of bread, cheese, grapes, blueberries, cheese, salad, cheese, rice chips, wine cake (more on this later) and vodka lemonade yesterday at the Brooklyn Bridge Park, I went home and proceeded to order a bucket of fried chicken with the Fiance. It was, of course, delicious. Lying in bed this morning, as I contemplated what a monk might eat for breakfast, I found myself reciting aloud, "Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have 31...." And then I realized. My diet doesn't start til tomorrow! Bonus. So, how am I spending this precious extra day? As we speak, I am eating a bag of skittles while a pot of cabbage soup simmers on the stove. Less than thrilling stuff over here in this gastronomic corner of the world. Also, I just realized I don't believe in diets. And so, my apologies to you, May, for neglecting you so. On to June, in which I vow to eat better, write more, and do more of this:
Love,
The Mouse
*Okay, so there was the whole graduating thing, and that lovely wedding we went to upstate, and our super-exciting brush with fame, but still....
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Can't wait to hear more about the brush with fame! I am assuming it happened then :-)
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