It’s time to discuss my back office, mmkay? What?
This page is kind of like a store front. I like to put pretty things on display and love having you pitter patter around. I like showing you things that taste good, sightly things, things that are issue-free and fun to be around.
But the back office is the backbone behind any operation and that’s the part of this operation you rarely get to see. That’s where the mishaps, the mess, and nonsensical why-does-my-salsa-look-like-soup feelings are unleashed.
This back office’s one disorganized, jimmy-rigged, piecemealed rigmarole that could use a good vacuum, a comb, and a vacation. Someone call Jerry and let him know he’s fired. His rig ain’t working quite right.
Here, I say things that are mostly appropriate. Kind of (if you don’t count innuendos that I try to pass off as non-innuendos…like talking about my back office).
But what you don’t hear is my whiny voice at the end of every long day. Every day. You don’t bear witness to me adding dollar-by-dollar to the Potty Mouth Jar we keep at work. Someone’s going to be rich off of my profanity.
You see the food I doll up for visual appeal, but you don’t see the entire room in my house that is completely neglected, with books, clothes, papers and receipts, unpacked bags strewn about.
Or my hair that hasn’t been washed in three days…you don’t see that, either, lucky you.
So this is sort of me showing that to you. True, I can’t bring myself to show you a picture of the back office (nor is my back office tangible, duh) but I can tell you navigating through it requires hops, skips, jumps, and double axels. I’m a real person with a real Potty Mouth Jar, whose back office is anything but neat and orderly. I’ll feed you beer and pizza if you come help me tidy up… ! No really, please come over.
Oh, there’s a frittata to discuss! About that…I made a very similar frittata last summer, so I went ahead and re-made it for breakfast the other day. It’s a definite planter-box-to-frittata sort of frittata with basil, kale, and zucchini. I have also made this very same frittata using sage in place of basil and it’s delicious as well.
Okay, you’re free to make the that’s-what-she-said jokes you’ve been holding back this whole time… You’re so patient, look at you! Annnnd go!