Perfect Itchy Eyes, Fabulous!

Hello World. It's Monday. I'm suddenly really sympathetic to Garfield and his hate of Mondays. Nothing works well on Mondays. My brain has taken a hike and left a note for me to find in the morning. I am sitting here, listening to the Performance Test Lecture. He's pretty funny. It is an older gray-haired gentleman with an explosive, peppy personality. He likes to run around the stage and shout "FABULOUS!" "YOU ARE ALL FABULOUS!" There are some important life lessons to be learned here. It would make a good podcast. It's a lighthearted lecture. But it's not worth the most precious hours of my day. Well, this day, these hours are not so precious. Last night I was plagued with over-active itchy eyes. My eyes. My wrists. My brain. All melting and falling apart. I should have bought that warranty when I had the chance.

I had a fantastic normal weekend. We went out with friends for dinner on Saturday in the City. It was sushi. I love sushi. I don't eat sushi nearly enough. And on Sunday, we met up with a different friend with her new baby and had a lovely lunch at the Cliff House. Oh, I should mention that every time we go out with female friends with newborn babies, my boyfriend gets mistaken for the father, and I am mistaken for the nanny. It never fails. This time was no different. The server was very very nice and understanding (and gave us many more popovers to take home since the BF thought they were Yorkshire Puddings) and patient and there was great service. And at the end, as we were leaving, she came up to him and her, and congratulated them on their new baby. Sigh. Me: Nanny. Yup. I guess it's that game, "one of these things is not like the other." Either way the lunch was great, the baby was not too fussy, and the BF enjoyed playing "how to make the baby cry by denying her the bottle."

But we're not here to talk about babies, or my BF. We're here to talk about the upcoming menu for cookies! Alright. After a night of indian-food-induced nightmares (never eat indian food before going to bed! It WILL give you weird dreams), I have a few thoughts.
Today: Oatmeal Rum Raisin -> "Scallywag" (pirate-themed enough? no?)
Wednesday: Oreo cookie Chocolate crisp rice cereal bar (How to name something without using registered trademarks? Designer, part I)
Monday: Snickerdoodle bar -> "Goldilocks"
Wednesday: White Chocolate Brownie -> "White Knight"
Monday: Caramel Oat bar
Wednesday: Designer Fancy Cereal Bar part II
Monday: Milkshake bar
Wednesday: S'Mores bar
and that's all I have so far. Subject to change without notice. Depending on supplies of my local grocer. Product may look bigger in 3D. Not responsible for lost or stolen strollers. Incapable of making rational decisions in times of war. Risk-averse.

And the patrons that require mailing, yes you: it is lucky that I hid the to-be-mailed Hot Blondes. Last night, I woke up and wanted a blondie around 3am. I almost ate yours. Well, not nearly as close as I make it sound. But a 3am Hot Blonde sounded so good last night. With a glass of milk. Or warm tea.

Back to the FABULOUS lecture! It's so peppy, I'm going to need some cheese fries at lunch.