Coffee Craze

I was really excited this morning when I logged into Twitter and saw that I've converted both Stephanie and Cassie to DiBruno's iced coffee.



Seriously though! It's the best iced coffee in this part of Center City. If you disagree, I'd love to hear it - especially if you know of a place where the iced coffee is just as good, but comes in anything larger than a 16 ounce size.

Breakfast this morning (in addition to my delicious iced coffee) was yet another yogurt-berries-granola conglomeration.



Still not quite in season, but we're getting closer. This round was much better than the craptacular raspberries I bought a couple of weeks ago - they were on sale at Target, I think, or maybe Wegmans, two for $5. One package was completely underripe, terrible almost-crunchy texture and zero flavor, and the other was very overripe - mushy and completely mold-covered by the next day. Sad face.

My dog is not right. Exhibit A:



Not only has she taken the cushion out of the dog bed, but she is facing the (completely blank) wall. Not watching TV, not paying attention to her humans, just staring at the wall. Until I called her name.



This only lasted a split second, and then I guess she realized that she was sitting on an uncushioned dog bed with no source of entertainment, because she immediately ran away.

On tap for today: lots of relatively uninteresting (read: blessedly not complicated) work, followed by a much-needed sweat session. I usually take Mondays as a rest day, which is always amazing at the time, but it leaves me feeling a little stir-crazy by this time Tuesday morning. I'm hoping PhillyGuy can make it to the gym with me tonight - he's been super busy at work and we haven't been able to work out together in months, save one or two sessions here and there. I miss my gym buddy!

DiBruno's, I Have a Complaint

Since DiBruno's put the world's worst tomato slice on my bagel this morning, I figured it was only appropriate to document it with the world's worst blackberry picture.



Mealy. Flavorless. Kind of dry and watery at the same time. Gross. Cut from an obviously hot-house tomato the size of my head. I'd expect this kind of thing in December, maybe, but isn't it tomato season yet? I mean, come ON. Jersey tomatoes are RIGHT NEXT DOOR. I took a bite, made the same face that my dog makes when she accidentally gets a piece of fuzz from a tennis ball stuck in her mouth.

My second issue with this morning's bagel is definitely not unique to DiBruno's.



That is (a terrible blackberry picture of) the mountain of cream cheese I had to scrape off my bagel. EVERY bagel place I've ever been to puts at least 3 or 4 ounces of cream cheese on the bagel. I'll admit that I probably like an exceptionally small amount of cream cheese -- I generally scrape the bagel with my knife, gouge out whatever got stuck in the nooks and crannies, and leave a layer so thin you can see the entire surface of the bagel -- but really? Do people actually LIKE to have equal parts cream cheese and bagel? It seems so wasteful to me.

Time to state the obvious: bloggies, it is FINALLY FRIDAY.

Yesterday, I had the worst kind of day. Not because the day itself was particularly bad, or because anything particularly stressful was going on. No, it was because I kept thinking it was Friday. I'd find myself thinking "Hmm, what restaurant should PhillyGuy and I go to for dinner tonight? What should I buy at the Fitler Square farmer's market tomorrow?" And then the awful realization that NO. It was THURSDAY. And there was still ONE MORE DAY TO GO.

It's like that episode of the Office where Dwight thought it was Friday. Except no one was feeding my delusions -- I was just that braindead.

Don't you hate when that happens? But now -- it really IS Friday! And I'm not delusional! And I can go to the Farmer's Market tomorrow, make myself eggs, go for a run -- do whatever I want whenever I want. If that's not cause for celebration, I don't know what is.

Weekend plans! What are they?