One day down, four to go. How ya’ doin’? Hanging in there?
Yeah… me too. Meh.
Since it’s Tuesday, and I generally dislike Tuesdays, I figured it was a good time to mention my big accomplishment that made me feel pretty awesome on Monday.
For the first time ever…
Are you ready for this?
I made my first real omelet!
Ok guys, listen- this is a pretty big deal for me. Ages ago, I figured this was just one of the few things out of my skill set. Like advanced statistics. Riding a unicycle. Or ice sculpting.
Time after time, they’d just turn into scrambled eggs. Which was fine. I don’t want to denounce the greatness of an egg scramble (even though a 5-year-old can probably make them with proper adult supervision).
But I wanted more. Needed more.
Turns out I just needed to make bigger omelets.
I was going to scramble the eggs (as usual), but realized with my smaller pan (an extra 8-inch my mom let me take while I was home over the holidays), the impossible may actually be possible.
As I predicted early yesterday morning, it was definitely time for a rest day.
Even if I weren’t a little sore from Jillain’s NMTZ, I was just dead tired after work.
Plus, How I Met Your Mother was new. The choice wasn’t difficult.
A little rest does amazing things.