Day 28 - Houston, We Have a Problem.

Wuh-oh.

I went into my Kindle to copy today's assignment, and Mr. Kindle informed me that the book cannot be opened and I need to "re-download" it. 

This is not a good thing.  You can't "re-download" without "re-paying", and since we are wrapping this little shindig up, I don't want to do that.   So we are going to consider days 28, 29 and 30 as "hang on for dear life" days.  I bet Sarah would be okay with that.

Speaking of "hang on for dear life, " today I kinda let go. Yes, I did the unthinkable.  I ate a french dip.  With beef.  Real beef.  From a cow.  Allow me to explain.

So, I had this big weekend planned.  I was meeting someone in Spokane for a date; we've been talking it for the past several days, and I was really looking forward to it.  Really really really.  I mean REALLY.  Seriously, this guy is like a Meg Ryan movie-all the right words at all the right times.   We will call him "HF".  HF texts me today, and guess what - he has a work conflict, so we are a no-go for probably 2 more weeks. 

That put me in an immediate horrific mood...do I cry, or throw up, or both?...and it was right before lunch...and I was starving.  I grabbed The Boy at lunch time and out the door we went to the local cafe'.  I gave the menu a cursory, pissed-off glance....salad???  After my morning??? No.  No.  No.

I felt only the slightest twinge of guilt, and consoled myself with the knowledge that it was my very first slip up and we are almost done.  After lunch, I jumped back on the wagon and had vegan pasta for dinner.  So there.

Tomorrow is another day.  Don't judge me.  The cow was already dead.

I will spare you the details of the effect a french dip has on one's body, when one has been eating no animal products for a few weeks - use your imagination, and you'll probably be right.  What a GREAT day!

A brief moment to give a shout-out to Cee Lamb, for his completely hysterical e-mail last night, in which he put an entire Freudian twist on our little project.  My face actually hurt from laughing over it.  I'm going to re-read it tonight, because frankly, I'm still bummed about my weekend falling through.