I Got Nothin

So SSG is working on a new project, one she hopes to be able to share with you in the next few weeks but it seems to be sucking up ALL of her creative momentum.

And so SSG has nothing. Isn't that AWESOME?

I have been staring at the computer screen for the last 1/2 hour and still. NOTHING. So I figured I'd share that with you!

Oh yes and these things ...

• It is going to be in the mid 90's for the next two days. But after ONE HUNDRED AND SIX DEGREE TEMPS and no AC for a week? SSG's like a war veteran. She's all "Eh. No biggie."
• SSG is currently addicted to House Hunters. Like a-ddic-TED. Like 3 episodes a night addicted. Luckily that couple in Paris bought the same apartment that SSG was yelling at them to buy or there would have been some WORDS exchanged. A one way exchange. But whatever.
• And why do they call them "apartments" in Paris despite the fact that you buy them? I suppose Paris Condo doesn't have the same ring to it.
• SSG's 401k plan statements get filed in a folder that says "Paris Apartment." No lie. SSG figures it's much easier to save for a Paris Apartment than a tax code. WHERE'S THE IMAGINATION RETIREMENT PLANS? SSG asks you. Perhaps she could help you with yo marketing.
• The Moo Shoo pork I made on Sunday was good! I will post the recipe. I'd do it now, but that would mean I'd have to walk downstairs to the kitchen and well ... that would take some effort.
• Despite the Moo Shoo pork being good, it wasn't WOW worthy. And SSG wonders if she will ever be wowed by food again. Perhaps she needs to have a chat with her taste buds.
• Predo's Jimmy makes wow worthy food all the time. SSG tries to watch him in the kitchen, but he moves quick. And SSG is usually focused. On her cocktail.
• Speaking of Predo & Jimmy, they totally doorbell ditched me on my birthday and left behind a fun basket of goodies which was MUCH NICER than the times I used to doorbell ditch as a kid.
• Spleen and Digs were super sneaky and found out my favorite Portland breakfast spot and made it possible for me to head over there for breakie. My favorite meal of the day. Aside from happy hour, of course.
• I go on vacation starting August 27th at 4:00 p.m. (maybe earlier if I can swing it). So if I have any readers left, that's only EIGHT MORE WORKING DAYS.
• And don't think ah don't remind Work BFF of that. Daily.

Smoochies,