I know, I know. It’s been months since I’ve blogged. After trying to figure out what would be fun to post, I decided to document a day off. And this was a pretty damn good one (and it’s not even over yet!). Ready? Let’s go!
First we start with some vitamin d. Look at Lion posing for the camera. He’s so handsome.
Giving me sugar. Awww.
Then ripping into my skull.
Then it was time to head downtown for my swedish massage. I.M. Spa has a special on Tuesdays: $50 for one hour. Annie (my therapist) was awesome. She spent the full hour on my back and neck, since I’ve been getting headaches at the base of my skull, which I discovered today has a bundle of muscles. Makes sense. Random: You can see Hugo’s below, where I had my bday dinner. Good times!
I then headed down the block to Little Bread Company. Believe it or not, I actually haven’t been here since I moved to Fayetteville, so I carpe diem’d and went in for lunch.
They have all kinds of badass quiches and desserts.
I went for the buffalo mozzarella, basil and tomato. A caprese, more or less. Tomatoes weren’t up to snuff, but it was still a decent meal. Got kettle chips and a pickle spear, too. $7.00
Finished up and cruised around downtown.
So glad Free Geek is here in Fayetteville! I discovered them when I moved to Portland (where it was created; go P-Town!) and I’ve always loved their mission. You can drop off old computers, etc, and Free Geek recycles/refurbishes them and makes them available at a really affordable price. Hmmm, maybe I should volunteer. My friend Megan right now is saying, “You haven’t even called back the people at the library about volunteering!”
And here we are smack-dab in the middle of the Square. And probably my favorite place to get a quick laugh.
Time to pay my fines. And then quickly forget about it and get more books. Love my FPL.
Best seat in the house. Second floor, fiction. With the weird, abstract tree limb/bird thing.
And what is a day off without finding a free baby doll on the street? Random weirdness rules!
Now it’s just about that time. The time for kickboxing. Where I drag my ass 30 minutes to Bentonville to get in shape.
Just. Do. It.