I’m sure everyone is sick of hearing about it by now, but you guys, it’s like SUMMER in Chicago right now.
As in, I’m already planning on which skirt or dress to wear to the office tomorrow.
And I don’t “plan” outfits, for the record. But a high of 77° in Chicago in mid-March is worth planning for.
In honor of my being completely scattered today due to the sunshine and heat, I’m gracing you with random thoughts from this old brain:
1. (Ok, this one is topical, forgive me) I heard on the radio this morning that the reason Chicago is having such mild weather is due to the jet stream being farther north than usual, thereby keeping the swirly arctic air mass mostly out of the region and giving way to warmer temperatures.
Betcha didn’t know I was such a weather geek, huh?
But damn, do I love that jet stream.
2. I’ve been having really weird, creepy dreams lately. I mean, granted, I kind of always do. But they’re unusually bizarre lately.
I’m not even going to give you an example. The shame would be too great.
3. Check out minute 17:00 of last week’s episode of Happy Endings. My friend, Chrissy, pointed out that once Alex figures out that her “cleanse” is something more than…ahem, just eating certain things, she totally steals one of my signature moves! Gasp!
4. I usually don’t like gimmicky things for the kitchen (or elsewhere, let’s face it), but this little baby works:
It looks like a flying saucer! But it’s not! It’s not even a regular non-flying saucer!
It’s Magic Soap and it’s a little disk of stainless steel. You basically “wash” your hands with it after chopping things like onions and garlic and it takes the smell off your fingers.
This might sound weird and probably a little creepy, but my fingers retain the smell of garlic really well. And while maybe that’d be sexy if I was dating someone who was really, really in Italian food and…smelling fingers, it’s not so sexy when you’re doing push ups during your workout the morning after making a big dinner and the smell of garlic bread is emanating from your skin.
So, um, if you like your hands to smell like your hands, you should get one.
(And I feel stupid to even have to say this, but no, they didn’t send me a free one or anything. I just like mine a lot.)