mercury is killing me.
i just slipped on my badonkadonk in the bathroom, apparently the floor was slippery. i just sat there for a minute, and a girl walked out of the stall and looked at me like i had just told her donald trump might be our president. but it was just one of those (two) days, and i needed a minute. bathroom floor and all.
i’m not going to tell you all the things that have gone wrong, because that would be so boring and whiny. but if i were to torture you like that, it would go something like this…
i shattered my phone walking across michigan ave last night. woke up before the sun to run – it was raining and all the treadmills were taken. my hair dryer wouldn’t work today. i spilled coffee all over this poor girl on the bus who had the unfortunate luck of choosing a seat near me. went to buy breakfast and the receipt thing ran out. at lunch, it jammed. i walked away from my desk with my headphones in…still attached to my computer. then i went to eat, and spilled all my salad dressing on the carpet.
and it’s only 2 pm, folks. when does mercury stop going retrograde? what’s the opposite of retrograde? forward grade? let’s do-si-do around mercury and go that way.
THIS LASTS UNTIL MAY 22ND? what. how. why. i’m for sure going to die. there’s no way i can survive another 11 brutal days of this.
ohhh grand. apparently you aren’t supposed to execute any contracts or buy electronic devices during this time. enter: my job and my shattered phone screen.
is anyone else feeling this way? is this just me? helpppppppp.
this bbt helps. it’s like blt’s hotter, taller brother.
back in my youth, i went to miami university in oxford, ohio. it’s a dream university – the most quintessential college town. red brick buildings, cobblestone streets. they had some good little restaurants in uptown, my very favorite was kona.
it wasn’t pretentious big city food, it was comfort food with a little something extra. a little flair. a little je ne sais quoi. a grilled cheese that would make you want to move in and buy furniture with it. a spinach and artichoke dip that resulted in involuntary noises because it was that good.
and there was the BBT. basil, bacon, tomato sandwich. it had a black pepper mayo. it was something else. i mean, all these years later i still remember it. i went for a long run on sunday and wanted something substantial – and this was it. i added a fried egg on top, because hi – i’m an egg-aholic and have you ever heard anyone say, “i shouldn’t have eaten that egg?” well, maybe, but they were wrong.
mercury better turn it’s little butt around here real quick.
- about 8 pieces of bacon (i mean, you can’t have too much)
- 2 fried eggs
- 1/2 cup arugula
- 4 slices tomato
- 4 tablespoons light mayo
- 2 basil leaves, chopped
- kosher salt and pepper
- 4 pieces of ciabatta or sourdough bread
- in a small bowl, combine mayo, basil, salt and pepper
- layer it up: mayo, arugula, tomato, bacon, fried egg, more salt and pepper
- smash it and enjoy