Our Tico vase overflows on the sides with seeded baby blue eucalyptus. I carry it with me from room to room, picking off a leaf here or there and crackling it in my fingers. I’ve been using eucalyptus oil for just about everything. Sometimes I’ll take the crumbled leaves and drop them in a mug of hot water. Instant portable steam room. Or, I’ll gently place the leaf on top of my nose. Exercise: the leaf balancing installment. This only works when the cats are sleeping and not interested in my comings and goings. Otherwise my game ends rather abruptly with the swat of a paw.

And because I enjoy their company dearly, I’ve also made it a habit to use a hair band to strap a potent eucalyptus towelette to my face. Impressively beneficial if I do say so myself. Though I don’t particularly like resembling a SARS victim.

Also, the HD isn’t getting much use these days. Audrey Hepburn doesn’t need HD to look fabulous. Not to mention she doesn’t really give me the option on her DVD’s. And, anyways, she’s just about all I’ve been watching during this most recent ill spell. She’s also working double time as my Fashion Week runway model. That way I don’t have to worry about looking “so 2012” when I look back at my pictures 30 years from now. Call me boring, but I love her.

Oh, and I tried eating a slice of Starbuck’s pumpkin bread! Figuring my calorie intake already lingered around the dangerously-low-and-surprisingly-not-hungry appetite range, I dug into that moist slice of heaven with no guilt. Couldn’t taste the sugar, though. Let alone the pumpkin. So I promptly gave up before I really was able to count it as any sort of caloric balance at all. 

Sigh. This post was supposed to be a scheduled awesome-spice post about my baby brother and his awesome-spice motocross race. I was going to fill it with scanned film images from his race thanks to my dad’s awesome-spice film camera that I’ve been dying to tinker with for-e-ver. Lo and behold, I didn’t make it to said race this weekend.

I’m sorry, bud. I’m sorry, readers. You’re stuck with this sad, sorry, (literally) sick substitute instead.

Want a pick-me-up after my pathetic excuse for a weekend? I’ve got a few {better} Saturdays for you….

*The type of Saturday where we have a picnic, wine and music*

*Wedding Saturdays are pretty awesome, too*

*The type of Saturday that involves croquet, mint juleps and enchiladas*

*Oh, and the Saturday I spent walking the Serengeti Desert (I mean, Sleeping Bear…)*

(and if you would love some barely used, pretty awesome name brand clothes, click here)

*Filed under Personal Life*

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