I found 3 gluten free entrees at the grocery store tonight! 3! Well, 5, actually, but I just bought the 3. One was clearly labeled gluten free, canneloni. From a brand called Caesars. This will be my lunch tomorrow. The other two are jambalaya and red beans and rice. I can't tell you how good it will be to have something that isn't TexMex. I'm seriously getting sick of tacos.

A guy at work is gone. The line from management is the usual; "he's no longer with Barnes and Noble." No indication of what the hell happened. Although, I do know, but will not say here, in a public forum (hey, even I have self preservation tendencies sometimes.) I will say that I'm terribly disappointed. Ugh, I hate when things like this happen.

Today it was exactly a week ago that I tried and failed to catch a metal toilet paper holder with my forehead. I have a lovely dent in the skin and I think I'll have a tiny scar for awhile. Still have a bone bruise and the dent is owie, so being a born masochist I touch it every so often. Hey, I ate dirt when I was a kid and jumped off garages! That's right, I'm certifiable!

The icon is in honor of the walk back from the grocery store. Isn't it fun how that seems to happen when you're wearing a white and pale pink shirt?
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