Tuesday, May 4 came and went.
Gov. Patrick lifted the Great Boston Boil-Water Order of 2010.
Pamela Anderson was kicked off Dancing With the Stars.
The Times Square bomber was arrested.
I was working the first day of work after a 3-day weekend in Minnesota, and if I look back at my work e-mail from that day .... well, the day pretty much happened to suck lumps of used cat litter.
I recall being ridiculously tired.
To boot, I was feeling particularly lumpy that day after having eaten 8 servings of Reeses Pieces on the plane-ride home the night before, and thusly wrote a post about needing to achieve washboard abs while wearing a plaid Victoria's Secret bikini 6 weeks hence, and further declaring that Weight Watchers was going to start. Right. That. Moment.
It's unfortunate that in this world drama and world of self-drama, I skipped right over the most narcissistic reason I should have been writing that day. Namely, what I had written in Post #277 365 days prior ..... and Post #1 730 days prior to that.
Yes. I forgot my own 2-year anniversary of this blog.
In fact, I forgot it for 2 weeks.
And only remembered it today at, seriously, about 2 p.m., while plowing down the Comm Ave Mall on my daily 2-Weight Watchers-Activity-Points power walk.
Maybe this is all a good excuse to drop everything and go for a beer.
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