This post is for Angie, who asked me today if there was a way she could subscribe to my blog via email. I realized there wasn’t, so I came home from school and figured out how to make that happen. It’s right there to your left. Or is that my left? Or is it house left? Anyway. There’s a spot to put your email address and if the Internet is working, maybe it will deliver the next post right to your email.
I don’t really have much of anything poignant or funny and angry to write. It’s April. I’m exhausted. But I didn’t think it was fair to just post a “Hey! Subscribe!” link, so instead you get a sub-par look into the latest in my life.
Last weekend I decided I needed an adventure, but I’m not really the adventuresome type, so I set out to discover how to make Dirty diet Cokes. I see them on Twitter from people in Utah I follow. I had to get super-resourceful and make my own coconut syrup, because I am not at all patient enough to wait for Amazon to ship me a bottle of Torani coconut syrup. Anyway, I’ve been fixing myself a Dirty diet Coke every day after school this week, much in the way I imagine Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin fixed themselves martinis after a long day at the casinos or whatever they did.
But I really have nothing exciting to report today. I woke up. I went to work. I taught piano lessons. I came home. I fixed myself a Dirty diet Coke.
Life could be a whole lot worse.
