"there's a ginormous cricket in my room somewhere, mom. i can hear him. i can't sleep with all that noise!"
i had plans to mix up another batch of buns for the party and try to get some other stuff done, too, and knowing i wouldn't exactly be silent out there, i sent her in to my room to sleep in my bed. and then the bean woke up and couldn't seem to get settled down for a good half hour, so i didn't get to start working on that dough until...10:00.
needless to say, i'm rather tired this morning. and as i sat in stopped traffic on the way to the office, i glanced at my twitter and perked up as i saw this, from my favorite radio station:
The Roach Coach and @mannystreetz are on the way to Duarte w/7-Eleven and @forever21_tweet gift cards! 1802 E. Huntington Dr (off the 210)
hell, that's on my way in to work! and as i glanced down at the outfit that i seem to put on at least once a week due to a seriously sad little wardrobe, i figured it was worth a try to at least stop and see if i could score a free gift card to one of my favorite stores. yes, i'm probably too old for forever 21, but i don't care - i've found some damn cute things there.
but my spirits drooped as i approached my destination and saw...nothing.
it was exactly 8:30 - which is when i'm supposed to be IN the office -but i said, fuck it. i pulled into a parking spot to see if waiting a few minutes might help.
i checked twitter again for updates - nothing. i went inside to grab something to drink, came back out and checked the parking lot - nothing.
by now i was definitely late to work, although the boss doesn't get in till post-9:00, and she really doesn't care if i run a few minutes behind now and then. i glanced around wistfully, with no KIIS-FM truck in sight, and dejectedly put the pri-YES into reverse and got the hell outta dodge.
luckily, my office isn't far, and i managed to get inside and turn on my computer with another ten minutes to spare before my co-worker finally arrived, none the wiser. heh. i consoled myself with my breakfast - an iced mocha and a cheese danish-y muffin thingy.
speaking of my boss and CW, i was treated to birthday princess lunch with them last week. they told me to pick a place, so i decided i'd go with something local so i could enjoy my lunch and then get back home to relieve MIL of bean duty as soon as i could.
we headed to lovely old town monrovia and sat down at a nice little table at a teeny-tiny french restaurant called cafe massilia.
as we perused the small menu, slices of fresh baguette and a bottle of water were brought to our table.
after debating for a few minutes, i finally settled on the quiche lorraine, served with caesar salad. and that salad was yummy - authentic dressing, made with anchovies. it was salty and yummy. the quiche - well, it was okay. it kind of looked like it'd been sitting around a while, and as i stuck a fork in it, it was rather crusty and dry. boo. flavor-wise, it was good, but i bet it'd have been even better if it were actually freshly made.