I have entirely fallen off the proverbial wagon. I haven't worked out in over two weeks, and I spent the whole day (about 9-10 hours) yesterday watching Battlestar Galactica. Yes, it is that good and yes, I am that lazy. To my credit, my pants are all too big now, my stomach is significantly more flat and hard and I have no love handles to speak of. I also say "frak" far more often than I say "fuck" which is quite a bit. However, I have to hand it to Farscape for creating the coolest set of cuss words I've ever encountered. I still mutter "by the skin of your mivonks" under my breath when someone in my proximity begins tooting their own horn too much. But I digress.
During my Sedentary Sunday I realized that as fraking awesome as Starbuck is, I haven't been entirely fair to President Roslin. She is single-handedly fulfilling all of my (expressly forbidden) older woman fantasies. I want to be that older woman. When I am an older woman, of course. For now there's always Starbuck.
Which means more crunches. Ugh.
But, you did a good adaptation of Morimoto's "Duck, duck, duck" as a single Duck. And you've discovered the fusion sushi Jesus in the Foxy Lady roll. Don't discount everything, for the sake of one thing.
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