I've been drinking

I am watching No Reservations and drinking beer, which takes me away without leaving - after a day of wanting to bang my head into the wall and maybe once actually doing so.  Maybe it's my crush on the host, or the allure of travel, or the sexiness of the food.  I love that show.  

I had the weirdest dream last night that ended with Rick Bayless and Bobby Flay and another TV chef in BJ and Andi's kitchen, all cooking, and I was mad at Tania and BJ because they were gone for five hours after BJ told me I had to stay there because there was a shooting around the corner, and just walked in with coffee and said, "what?" then Rick Bayless asked me why I was smiling, because he was there cooking, of course, and he said, try this, it's blah blah (dramatic Rick Bayless speak) blah blah, and put a forkful in my mouth and it was just macaroni and cheese out of the box.

Chris threw out my kombucha mushroom I've had for 9 months.  He was cleaning the fridge out and thought it was something so rotten it was unrecognizable.  I was mad for exactly one minute.

Last week we all got the flu at once after Eleanor had it.  Charlotte and I took turns at the toilet all evening and at one point my sweet girl rubbed  my back, as I had been doing for her.   She is going to lose her first front tooth any minute now, and will lose the last of her baby face.