Full bellies and cold showers

I just finished eating the most gastronomically orgasmic meal. It was obscene. And I loved it. I love food so much!!!!! It's totally in my top 3 favorite things in life. I don't know whats going to happen when I have a child or dog that wants to encroach on my list. There are only three spots! But this is mas adelante.

(Just reminded myself I am getting a dog this year! Ok maybe he can have one of the spots.)

Anyway I rolled myself home in an ultra food coma state, happy as a lard lark. During dessert (white chocolate mousse with strawberries and chocolate syrup) my friend offered a post-dinner movie night at her house. She described the movie as I contemplated the offer. Not for the movie night or girl time of course but because her house was downhill from the restaurant and I like going with gravity. Stuffed Camille's don't care about whether it's a comedy or a drama, they just need a comfortable sitting device and yoga pants p to the pronto. After much internal deliberation I finally decided to walk myself to my home. (The movie did sound pretty painful.) I think it was this. The first few steps though I did lots of exasperated sighing about this "uphill" walk I had to do. I decided to time myself. It took 5 minutes. It's not even that uphill. Your mind just tells you it is when you think you have added 10 kilos to your caboose.

So now, sitting here in my maternity yoga pants (that's not redundancy, they are in fact stretch maternity pants and they are incredible) I just realized that we finished dinner at about the same time people are eating in the states. With the time difference. I am going to flip when I get back.
Just flip.

I was also thinking of how great it will be to have constant hot water in the states. Oh yes, this is something to be thankful for. This morning the propane tank ran out while I was in the shower. I of course had just put shampoo in my hair. So I grabbed the shower hose, closed my eyes and started a pattern of spraying myself with ice cold water, spazzing out and stifling profanities. I tried to get the important parts but honestly it was just too unbearable. I think I looked worse after the shower. Its weird to think that this hell-like rejuvenating experience doesn't happen in the states. You guys are missing out on exciting showers! And after the wild shower I ended up boiling some water and having a proper facewash, that scorched my skin and felt sooooo good. It made me feel rustic survivally for thinking up such a brilliant idea and seeing it work so well. (Despite bright red face). 


The girl from Oklahoma shows Spain!


Also central heating will be nice. This pioneer girl doesn't like the cold.