Angels Love Britney Spears

There is no friday link love today. Why, you ask? I WAS BUSY AS HELL AT WORK. I did not have time to read my precious, precious reader.

This was my average day this week.

• Make breakfast for the bits
• feed bits
• take Captain to preK
• hair and makeup
• work
• work
• work
• work
• work
• workout
• cook
• work
• sleep
• piss and moan to Jenn via text message after taking my ambien. I have NO idea what I text when I take that shit. One day, that woman will have entirely too much leverage for me to ever hold political office. It’s a damned good thing I loathe politicians.

Thank heavens this next week is mostly a rehearsal/training week, AND includes Rosh Hashanah, so zippy will be happening for two days. I can hear entire choirs of angels singing from here. It might be my rather vocal neighbors, but I’m going with angels…angels who LOVE them some Britney Spears.

I did NOT get to go to Crossfit last night because rehearsal ran so.damn.long. It was ridiculously fun, don’t get me wrong, but I am a creature who thrives on routine. Rehearsal yesterday was mostly myself and the Navajo with a few others, beating the ever loving shite out of each other. In that way, it was not so far removed from Crossfit. We were in facsimiles of our costumes, though. This meant that I was in coveralls with sneakers, and the Navajo was in the world’s tightest tee shirt, and jeans, with a fairly large belt buckle, and big, black, boots. Take away his belt buckle, and you now have what he wears every day of his life. When you work out so much that you appear sculpted from marble, you wear tight stuff. When you have a penchant for eating sweets, and two kids, you wear skirts. This is the natural order of things.  Also? My knee still REALLY hurts. I think my chiro might have also threatened to take away my tens machine if I didn’t calm it down. This means instead of my typical Friday night Crossfit, I’ll be at BodyPump.  Oh well.

Tonight is 80s night at BodyPump. Imma gonna make the Viking wear early 80s running shorts with bike shorts underneath. Mostly because I am sick. I am thinking of wearing a Jennifer Beals in “Flashdance” style outfit. Too bad for you, Columbia sweatshirt, you’re getting cut up.

If anyone dumps a bucket of water on me, they’re going to taste my shoe via their ass.

You know what tastes better than that? These.

Bacon and Fig wrapped apples with feta cheese. These are SO good. In fact, you should have them at every party from now until forever. Or spring…whichever comes first. My money is on the Mayans…or not.

This is how you do it,

slice the apples with an apple slicer

slice dried figs

wrap bacon around the dried fig and apple and fry on all sides

set on a draining rack until the grease drips away

top with crumbled feta.