did I just spend $178 on a spice rack that doesn't even come with spices?

Um, yep. I think I did.

It's called the aperture spice rack. I got two of them. In my defense I have been looking for the perfect spice rack since august of last year. And now that I'm trying to cook I have like 10 spices and 3 different kinds of olive oil and some other stuff that really should be on a spice rack.

I called my mom and she said it's okay because people should buy stuff they really like instead of settling and that anyway I hardly ever spend money.

Admit it. The spice rack is fucking cool. Totally. Worth. It.

a day, in pictures, that ends with good news from my physical therapist

First, my library step stool (it's a REAL library step stool) came today. It's for reaching stuff in the higher cabinets in my kitchen.

50th anniversary of the step stool - special edition - it has lines from famous books on the top!!!!

And then I set up my new bar stools.

I like the orange. It looks good!!

And then I went to physical therapy. But ran into this mess 6 blocks from my house:

Oh for fuck's sake.

Here's a zoom in on what's in front of me:

Shooting. Not sure how many people were injured.

Anyway, I finally made it to PT where I was given some new exercises and thera-bands for my knee (my PT said "that is the most fucked up thing I've ever seen" when she looked at my knee x-ray - then she apologized for cursing and said she was just shocked when she saw the x-ray).

And I found out that one of the WORST things I can do is yoga. Yea!!!!! Um, I mean, I'm so sad. I find yoga so relaxing.

Kidding. I fucking hate yoga. There. I said it. But I wasn't lying when I said I like quinoa, so I'm not the totally most unhealthy person in the world.

I have nothing against farts, but I sometimes wish they were better timed

Today I was talking to a male colleague as we headed towards the bathrooms. We finished our conversation and then I pushed the women's bathroom door open. Right as I did that who ever was in there let loose a fart that sounded like the farter's ass was crying for help. Or maybe the person's bowel exploded, I don't know.

I can only imagine what my face looked like. I decided to not go into the bathroom.

I am going to die of embarrassment next time I see that colleague because I admit that I started laughing hysterically about the fart.

I'm so immature. What the fuck is wrong with me?

perhaps everyone doesn't share my vision

I know my friend has some issues with quinoa, especially when it comes to quinoa snacks. So of course I was inclined to make some quinoa snacks just to see if there as horrible as I was told.

Me:

Guess who's making quinoa snack balls. 

Me :)

You said to cook something.

Flax seeds, pumpkin seeds (papitas to all you canadians, why can't you just use real words for shit), oatmeal, shredded cocoanut, quinoa

 Friend:

Is that the before digestion or after shot? Jesus.

Me:

That was just the seeds, quinoa, and oatmeal.

Dude, you used to fucking microwave power bars and eat them. Like anyone should take advice from you on what to eat. They're GOOD. And Marie could make them almost by herself.

I haven't rolled it into cookies yet. And it's a weird color because I melted the chocolate into the dough instead of chilling the dough and trying to get the fucking chocolate chips in later when the dough was cold and not pliable.

Um, it tastes better than it looks?

Friend:

Pure fucking evil there. Soccer moms be jealous!

Me:

Even better, I formed the dough into cookies and froze them. So good!

You're just jealous that I'm a better cook than you.

It's not easy being, basically, a top chef.

Kidding. But would mention the quinoa snacks were good. Except next time I'll pestle down (or what ever the cooking term is) the pumpkin seeds.