the one that blindsides you
I would describe today as the total opposite of fun. It was challenging – in a very bad way. It was stressful – in the wholly unproductive way. It was overwhelming – in the worst possible way. It was one of those days that made me want to throw it all away and go back to being a barista… preferably in a foreign country. After checking the hours of a few spas and considering blowing a little too much cash on a pedicure and/or massage, I decided to eat my feelings. The problem became — I couldn’t decide what it was I wanted to eat. I wanted booze, that part was clear. But did I want pizza? Chipotle? Fried chicken? Noodles and Co? After much deliberation (I have time for much deliberation on my 45 mile commute), the plan tonight includes BW3’s, buffalo sauce on my shirt (it’s new, so it’s inevitable), at least ONE very large beer, and probably a fudgsicle.
And since we haven’t left yet and I’m hungry, I’m dying to know….
What’s your favorite comfort food?