In honor of Mardi Gras, I'm wearing the official colors. Purple long-sleeved tee with a bright yellow cami peeking out from the bottom, green belt around the waist, green leaf earrings, yellow flats. Too adorable. That ain't right. I got lots of love at work for my color coordination. It's so delightful to be so fabulous.
Today is the day I say my fry farewell, my fry goodbye, my au revoir des frites! Oh french fries. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (One of my favorite poems EVER!!) One, you are so salty, deliciously clogging my veins. Two, you are so potatoey, driving me insane. Three your slightly crunchy outside, melt in your mouth inside is just so fine. Four, you are just what I want. I will miss you over the next 46 days. Easter Sunday. Easter Sunday. I know I can do it. My last time with you just ended. How I will miss thee. Waffle fries, crinkle cut, shoestring, steak, curly, with seasoning salt, with garlic, with salt and pepper and oregano. With ketchup, with ranch dressing. Beautiful you are to me. "You and me, we never part. Caint no river, caint no sea keep my french fry away from me."
I could go on all day so I'll just stop. I'm trying to fortify myself mentally for the journey. My pastor said every time you find yourself wanting what you've chosen to deny yourself of, pray. My knees shall be very sore, my eyes almost permanently shut if I want fries even 1/2 as much as I eat them now. Oh fries.
It's also Super! Tuesday! (the name requires exclamation points), as I know you can't escape! One of my coworkers actually said, "What's that?" Another said, "I don't care." Wow. I don't even want that luxury of feeling so ridiculous. You care more about the latest star to go to rehab or jail or wherever than the person who has the ability to shape the future of the country for an indefinite number of years. Please believe with his Supre.meCourt nominations, disregard for human rights, and war policies, we will be feeling the effects of the current one for a long time. Like Ink, I'm more excited about Super! Tuesday! than the Su.perBowl (though I loved the outcome!! Boooo cheaters!!).
My man O is that crack and I can't get enough! YES WE CAN! B.arack the vote, y'all. (Thanks for that Rashan!) I have to wait MONTHS to make my vote count. Amazingly our primary date stayed exactly the same when multiple other states were moving theirs to Super! Tuesday! Insanity. I wish I was able to actually stay awake to watch the returns. I would do it with beer and popcorn, pizza and chicken wings, quesadillas, chips and chipotle salsa, raspberry sorbet. I would go to TOWN!! Instead I will go to work at 1 a.m. and immediately do all the returns and biggest races with a ridiculous amount of joy. Life's good.