Shimmy, Shimmy, Chimichurri.

Do you ever order a sirloin steak from a grocery delivery service, and when you finally see it, you want to throw it at the window of the warehouse? No? Let me tell you, if you have had delivery service groceries, you know exactly what I am talking about. The 1/2″ thick steak. Slightly thicker than a shoe sole, and will taste like one if you cook it improperly.

Last night I cooked such a steak; and it was delicious.

This morning I took the ittybits on a morning nature walk. By nature, I mean avoiding the nature that dogs leave behind, and Elijah yelling “EEEW POOP, MOVE MAMA.” every 2 blocks. COME ON PEOPLE!! PICK IT UP!!! WE HAVE A LAW YOU KNOW!!! I can’t wait until a DSNY agent spots someone leaving it behind and I am there to witness them getting a $300 ticket. Maybe I can develop a lifelike robotic monkey to fling the poo back at the people who don’t pick it up. It would have to have superior aim. GET ON THAT CREEPY HUMAN ROBOT MAKERS IN JAPAN!!!

On a far less crappy note, let me tell you, if you are nearing delivery, or have yourself a bay-bay, you need an ergo sport baby carrier with infant insert. It’s magic. Avalee is actually still in it while I type because she was just sooo darned cozy. I am going to have to take her off soon though, because I have a date with Jillian Michaels on DVD, and she has a date with the sandman. (Ok, how effing creepy does that sound? “The Sandman.”)

Tonight, I have a long run ahead of me, (thinking 2 mi walk 3 mi run run a mi, walk a mi, run a mile, walk, run, recover.) and a date with wine at the Solstice-going to be fantastic. I promise, I’ll shower before the wine.