So, this happened this week.
By "this" I mean gluten-free monster cookies.
Mr. Pihl requested them for the weekend, and seeing as I have no objections to delicious cookies, I decided to oblige his request.
I'm glad I did.
I currently have a belly full of monster cookie dough, and that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh) I like it.
For ME, this week has revolved around the World Cup, and I have a sneaking suspicion that things will continue in that direction until Sunday July 13, 2014.
Sunday July 13, 2014 is the final of the 2014 World Cup, in case you're interested.
I manage to suppress my inherent soccer-obsessed-former-player-nes during the year, but three out of four summers it rears its ugly head.
And yes, three out of four summers is accurate. Think: World Cup, Women's World Cup, Olympics, off summer.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Salina needs a co-ed soccer league, maynard.
Sorry I called you maynard.
My soccer-ness is making me a little difficult to live with at the moment. I'm on edge. I carry tension in my shoulders. I constantly have sports radio on.
And I'm willing to admit (I'm THRILLED) that I was wrong about the United States Men's National Team.
#IBelieveThatWeWillWin
On gameday (Thursday) I donned my best red-white-and-blue to create a marriage of team spirit and business casual. I think I pulled it off, don't you?
Too bad I had to work, though. And that this letter of excused absence didn't have any influence on my place of employment:
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A girl can dream, can't she?
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