4 blog posts all put into one:#1. The ceiling underneath the kitchen table.
Last weekend, Max and I decided to re-create our own version of the Sistine Chapel ceiling underneath the kitchen table by taping construction paper and lying on our backs to draw a masterpiece! I am proud to say that our artwork turned out to be something that would make even our (potential) children's children proud. Combining that with Italian music, French phrase books (no Italian language books lying around unfortunately,) and eating eclairs... Am I allowed to take credit for all of it? Because I'd like to. For some reason, eating take out pizza underneath a kitchen table was about as romantic as any five star restaurant that I've ever been to... and I hope it always stays that way.
#2. Life books.
No Sunday afternoon should ever go by without working on a life book, listening to golden oldies, followed by a long afternoon nap.
#3. The Cooking Corner.
After three attempts, I mastered the art of cooking on a George Foreman Grill. Since this discovery, Max and I have made at least 3 of our cooking shows we like to call: M2K in the Kitchen. This past weekend, we decided to go with Japanese cuisine (Max's choice) and since I terribly dislike sushi, we created dessert sushi rolls by using Little Debbie Swiss cakes, cutting them in half, and putting a Swedish Fish on top. Voila! And then I bought cupcakes.
(no pictures were taken of the following event... thank goodness)
I've learned that the once beloved classic skating (and the even more beloved: "snowball") is now only for forty year old men re-living their glory days and people who most likely do drugs. One more sad unfortunate truth is that all 10 of us young able-bodied adults get tired after only 30 minutes of impossibly trying to skate like we used to in middle school. It was kind of pathetic, but Michael Jackson and the YMCA made it worth it.
I have cytomegalovirus. Another word I like to use for mono. The doctor advised that I should forgo caffeine, which will make my parents all too happy to know that the diet coke (or what they refer to as "cancer-inducing-chemicals") sitting in my fridge has remained untouched for four days. That's a miracle.