Some of you might be asking yourselves, “Hey, I wonder how Azucar’s ‘lowering the bar and being awesome’ is going?” Well it’s a good thing you asked!
I invited a few couples over for New Year’s Eve. I made chocolate-praline mousse from scratch. While trying to fold in the cream the kids decided to disassemble each other and as a result of preventing a nuclear meltdown, the mousse seized. And do you know what? I didn't care! Oh, I started to care and then I remembered, "Lower the bar, lower the bar." So I served lumpy mousse. Take that!
I cleaned the bathroom for guests (I can't ask people to spend any time in a room that has been abstractly decorated in a homemade subtle yellow,) but I did NOT clean the bedrooms. Oh sure, I knew Morgan had never seen my place and would need a tour. Did I care? No! She got to see the full vortex of doom where we sleep every night, and that's low enough.
I have successfully served three 'meals' this week without a vegetable in sight, unless cheese is a vegetable.
I left the lights of my car on for the entire afternoon. I had to ask db for a jump from his car. By the time I got home I did not have all the radio stations set again (I know.) I even tossed the cables back into the trunk without neatly folding them. Just kidding, I wouldn't have done that anyway. I mean honestly, they're just jumper cables, not jewelry (which I also toss into a drawer.)
My desk doesn't currently have a box of tissues living on it.
I have a cold.
I sniffed and swallowed all day.