Today at work our production team celebrated a really difficult close by throwing an ice cream social. So I have now officially cheated on the sugar fast. I kept myself to a small taste, but there was no way I was going to be that annoying person who says, “Oooooh noooooo. I don’t eat sugar.” I hate that. As a vegetarian (or, pescatarian) of 17 years I am always chagrined when someone makes a big to do of it. I am a grown up, reasonable woman. I can feed myself. I do not need any fuss made over me. Invite me to your party, suggest any restaurant you like, I will do just fine. The only time I give a heads up is when someone is cooking dinner, as I’d hate for someone to, say, make a chicken breast with my name on it. I’ll soften up on the sugar diet for work camraderie, but there’s no flexibility when it comes to meat. So warning in that case is in order. None of this is to say I won’t talk about the practical, philsophical or ethical issues of my vegetarianism, I’ll do so happily. But I don’t want to do it in the context, “What on earth can we feed Jillian??”
You know what I love more than sugar? Hobbits.
I’m watching the director/writer commentary for The Two Towers right now.
The final unrelated bit for this entry is that all I need to do is clip the appropriate W-2s and the like to our taxes and we will be all done and ready to mail. This has been a huge undertaking and frustrating beyond belief. But, it was also an education and I believe in taking control of our own financial life. So, glutton for punishment that I am, I will probably do it again next year. Actually, next year will be much easier because (lord willing) Damon won’t be earning income in three different states.
jaysaint 