oh. my. jesus.
I believe I have just made the paragon of deliciousness, a hazelnut cake with salty caramel frosting. Photo forthcoming.
Related: I have not eaten anything of nutritional value today. Peanut butter chips, bread pudding, bourbon, litchi jellies, Rogue smoke ale, cake batter, cake, frosting.
I found out last week that my Monday night yoga instructor is getting a divorce from my Tuesday night yoga instructor. This brings up two problems for me: A- shouldn't two yoga teachers have the best marriage ever, what with the meditating and the peace and partner yoga and oh my god the tantric sex? B- do I have to choose sides like a high-school breakup? Can I still go to Monday class and then Tuesday class without sneaking around? Will they both work at the studio and just avoid eachother in the lobby? Awkward.