May 31 – Year Three

I wrote an article for tonight’s post about my fantasy of interviewing actresses Helen Hunt, Bonnie Hunt and Linda Hunt together over drinks. I must have been a little too relaxed the evening I wrote it, because as funny as I thought it was when I was writing it, upon further review, I believe I would be the only one amused by it. Then, I had the brilliant idea this morning to write about the spinach salads I have nearly every work day for lunch, as tomorrow is Fernando’s birthday. Fernando holds the first-man position on the salad line at the Flavors across from my office, and often has all my ingredients from his station in the silver bowl before I even plop my large container of spinach on the counter in front of him. Again, I enjoyed writing it, but I admit it is kind of lame, even if Fernando holds a special place in my heart and I can make him blush. So tonight, I write about nothing. Except to say that this coming Wednesday is my three year anniversary of quitting smoking. That’s why I’ve used the picture of a smoking squirrel with a bottle of Jack from my anniversary article of last year on Why I Can No Longer Feed the Squirrels. It’s too precious. Btw – I don’t even have cravings for cigarettes anymore, but I do hang out with Jack every now and then.