Jeremy's been out of town since the middle of the night on Saturday. He gets back soon enough that I think it's safe to blog about his absence. I can't wait to see him, both because I miss him and because I never sleep well when he's gone. Every little noise in the house freaks me out and it doesn't help that Magdalena sometimes comes wandering into my room at 11pm. She did that last night and it almost gave me a heart attack. For once, it was not just my imagination that those noises I was hearing meant that someone was walking down the hallway into my room. Gah.
My Me Party has consisted of eating (halal-modified) Baked Potato Soup every lunch and dinner since Monday until it ran out this afternoon, and then having Citrus-Pomegranate Quinoa salad for dinner tonight. (Dinner time at our house is more often than not brought to you by Our Best Bites.) I've been wanting to make that salad for a while, and I was so excited when I accidentally found quinoa at Carrefour after months of searching. Turns out they keep it by the diabetic stuff, not by the couscous, or pasta, or barley, or mexican food, or rice, all of which places I checked. Instead, it's right by the sugar-free chocolate. How logical.
I've tried to make the best of my Me Party, but I can't wait until Jeremy gets home! Rumor has it he's bringing with him several Cadbury-based Easter candy products (he's been in London). Woohoo!
