Nothing exciting has transpired food wise, save this: Tandoor Chef(TM) Vegetable Pad Thai.
It transcended all heights of deliciousness. The pasta, a rice pasta (which is a delight because let's face it, wheat pasta is such a no no) was covered in a peanut sauce and surrounded by tender little vegetables. I especially enjoyed the mini corn. I served it with Mormon champagne (Martinelli's Sparkling Cider(TM))-profoundly delicious.
Truthfully, I had mostly forgotten to eat yesterday. By 9pm, I realized that my entire caloric intake for the day had been less than 800, so I reckoned I had best eat something substantial because when I go into a caloric deficit, it is no joke.
There are bars out there that are supposed to help, but truthfully, I forget to buy them for emergencies. And even if I remembered to buy them, I would probably forget where I stashed them. And I can't imagine that they'd be vegan anyway.
In other news: Intimacy is having a sale on Kensington by Prima Donna. I know, it sounds unbearably pretentious, but the bra in the email was so pretty. I wanted to rush right down there and see if I would wear a 34E or a 32F-and of course, check for matching panties. I do love matching panties. In fact, if I could wander around all day wearing nothing but matching lingerie, I would do it. But I can't imagine any job that would allow that-save Playboy Bunny-and even they wear clothes sometimes. I know this with an abject certainly because I've seen House Bunny. But of course, I jest. I like to wear clothes SOMETIMES.
Yesterday I set sail wearing the most adorable raspberry shorts and my book club t-shirt-which is black. And lovlies? Black hides a whole host of sins. My bottom looked positively bubble-licious, thanks to the Sketcher's Shape Ups(TM). I have never seen such great results with my bottom (which, as you know, tends toward the flat side) with anything else ever before. The Shape Ups have made me a believer! And while it appears bigger and more shapely, I still fit very nicely into the smaller sizes of panty. Sometimes it's xtra small, like Vic's. God bless Vic's. And other times, a plain old small, like in my fancy British lingerie.
It's odd that we must turn to the British for bras that fit, probably because they aren't as fatly as we are. Here it's impossible to get larger cup sizes in smaller sizes (save specialty stores) because manufacturers assume that if you're more than a D you must be at least a 36. Playtex(TM) would rather die, I imagine, than manufacture a 32DDD.
The thing is though: we are the land of breast implants. So Playtex(TM) is really shooting itself in the foot on this. I find the idea of undergoing surgery repugnant, but there are thousands of women who seem to think that having larger breasts automatically makes them hotter and sexier. What I believe is that if you THINK you're hot and sexy-you are, so if you really think you need them, go ahead. But I would first try to imagine that you're hot and sexy WITHOUT them. Surgery is SO drastic.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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