Oh haaaaay, gal pals.  Happy Tersday!  Oh, sorry.  I guess I should address the males who read this blog too.

…hey Dad.

On to new and exciting things.  I have been running on my (quickly depleting) gas tank of San Francisco sunshine, so it’s been a pretty good week thus far.  I actually have not had the opportunity to go food shopping yet because obviously after work, after gym margaritas will take priority in any situation.  I’m fortunate enough to have an amazing cafeteria at work, so it’s easy for me to slide by with a poorly stocked fridge/cupboard at home.

This Wednesday, I Ate:

A peanut butter topped english muffin with sliced strawbs.  I usually prefer fresh fruit over the sugary stuff. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have 3 jars of Bonne Maman preserves in my fridge.  When I was little, I was very strict about having just a PB – no jelly – sandwich in my brown bagged lunch.  Now that I’m an adult, I love me some PB&J. But I like the preserves. Not the jelly.  Big difference.  Hi, my name is Alex, and I’m a snob about my PB&J’s.

And coffee from, get this… HOME. You guys, I didn’t go to Starbucks today.  Aren’t you so proud of me?  It totally had nothing to do with the fact that I had an early meeting and was running late to work.  Nope, nothing like that at all.

Lunch was a bright salad.  I have to say, usually when I get home from any sort of vacation, I feel like I need to drown myself in leafy greens to get back on track.  For some reason I didn’t really feel like that after San Francisco.  I think it has to do with the fact that we ate delicious and whole foods while there.  The Kraft mac & cheese we ate at 3:00 AM when we got back from the airport is a different story.

I also had a small cup of tomato lentil soup.

Thanks for the satisfying lunch, caf!

A little while later, I grabbed a few small handfuls of peanuts.

After work, I headed over to Central Park South to babysit.  I took little A to a playground in Central Park, aka her front yard. She had so much energy, and ran around like a mad-child! It was pretty funny.  I let her run and run, thinking it would make bedtime earlier and earlier.

On the way home I stopped to pick up a sandwich for my dinner. After bath time, she asked me to read her a few books before bed.  I asked her to pick out her favorites for me to read, and she padded over with a few familiar (to her) books and said “let’s read these!”  She passed them over, and I realized they were written in Mandarin.  Three years old and speaking Mandarin.  I had to tell her that unfortunately, we can’t all be trilingual at three years old, and that I can only read boring English (maybe some French if you’re lucky).

I came home, had an unpictured square of dark chocolate, and am currently struggling to keep my eyes open.  I think I’ll read a little bedtime stories myself, preferably not in Mandarin.  Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had 8:00 PM bedtimes?

Question: PB&J?  What kind of J do you like?  Or, are you a little pickier about the bread selection?  For me, if it’s toasted, I like to eat the sandwich open-face.  If not, I like soft whole wheat bread.  I know, I already warned you that I was a PB&J crazy person.