Spending
I looked at my closet. Outrageous number of clothes. I really only have three favorite work outfits and one favorite weekend outfit.
I purged my closet. Now I’m down to the three and the one and then the requisite funeral attire. Rocking! Streamlined! I can travel on my belly.
Then I bought new clothes. This wasn’t prompted by clothing withdrawal so much, instead I paid for Mom’s real estate taxes and I thought, “That was no fun at all. When was the last time I bought new clothes?” Now I have eight new things. Stupid.
So, not traveling on my belly. One hopes I suddenly hate it all and can return it before I wear any of it.
Cooking
What do you cook as a thank-you for the Physical Therapy staff? The least healthy food ever.
Pig Candy AND Oreo Balls. (I have seen too many recipes for Oreo Balls, but if you don’t know it’s one package Oreos crumbled, 8 oz cream cheese, roll into balls, dip them in something.)
Yeah, you just try and exercise that off, healthy people. Go for the burn.
10 responses to “Results of Dropping the Anti-Depressants Down Another Notch”
That’s just evil. So, no more stretching and reaching (other than out for food)?
I’ve never even HEARD of oreo balls. What…?
You are living up to your blog title!
Ahem…I can see to it that your no-longer-wanted clothes are safely donated to a worthy charity.
Oh my god, my closet. My closet is probably a really potent symbol of the decadence of modern society. I suck. I’ve also dropped my antidepressants down a notch – I’m sure you couldn’t tell.
Big Dot – Oh, fine, so I went ahead and kept the balls and bacon for myself and gave the PT folks chocolate chip cookies. I may take the bacon and balls in to work tomorrow.Erin – I’m sure it’s a midwest thing, where the folks are fat.Hattie – Because I make suburban food? Neither of those desserts contain cream of mushroom soup. Becs – The shirts would hit you below the knees.Allison – Well there was that Competitive Anxiety post …
Oreo balls are also known as Snowman Poop.
Wendy- ewwwww. But visually evocative.
I gave my physical therapist nothing, because he was an unpleasant ass. At least he was good at the actual physical therapy.
Tami – I liked mine.I think my sister-in-law Sandy fell for hers. Gary liked his female pT, not the male.