I’m hangry this morning. After the big winds yesterday that made the windows creak and the leaves fly and the trees bend and sway, the temps plummeted, and we’re doing the feels like frigid temps again. Whatevs.

So let’s throw back to 2009.

Then, I make bolognese…

I’m sitting here on one of those big, shiny, blue balance balls. It’s supposed to improve your posture. I think it’s just redistributing the weight, but it is bouncy.

Anyway, I’m sitting here eating hamster buds — you know, the ones with psyllium fiber — wearing sweats, because its 52 Fahren!, and pretending to be doing this:

Hello! Mama Weather. Where did my 70 Fahren go?

I’ve got the keyboard set to silent running so as not to wake the Golden Pup from her tenth morning nap. She needs her zzzzzz’s to make her coat shiny.

I’m eating the hamster buds as an antidote to the bolognese sauce. Is the plot thickening or what?

You see, I made the bolognese sauce for G-Man. He was away at a conference for a few days, and I wanted to make sure he found his way home. Some put a light in the window. I make bolognese. He walked in the door and was instantly my slave — a sleepy slave — but all mine.

I tried not to drink all the wine before he got here, but I had to open it to let it breathe. Then I had to taste it to make sure it had breathed sufficiently. All I can say is that he shouldn’t have been late when I had wine breathing and bolognese simmering.

Don’t tell G-Man, but while he was away, I slept in his t-shirt, wore his bathrobe, used his pillow and slept diagonally on the bed face down. What can I say. It was a claiming. I kept my own schedule. I’m almost embarrassed to admit this but I ate a handful of chocolate chips one morning for breakfast — Special Dark — so it was healthy — and munched a bowl of Miss Vickie’s for lunch. Who cared. It was just me.

The first night, I watched three DVDs starting with G.I. Jane, so I’d be ready for intruders. After G.I. Jane was finished, I hunted up the baseball bat from the basement. Let’s face it. My core muscles were never going to look like that without two years of SEAL training. Maybe longer. Okay, definitely longer.

I stayed up until four in the morning a couple of times writing, reading, watching more DVDs and iTunes dancing. I became totally focused on the Cover Girl song and had to buy it for my iPod. I put the bass in my walk.

I wondered about being a dual contestant for So You Think You Can Dance and American Idol. I might have been a little wired on the Special Dark chips.

It was a total Elen-fest. I do that sometimes. Then… I make bolognese.

Do you ever do that?

(From 2009)

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Seriously, it’s a bolognese kind of day. Dancing, too.

And that’s how we’re rolling this Throwback Thursday.

Elen

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