So I am kind of in a bad mood today. I shouldn't be, after all, it is FRIDAY! I ate shrimp for lunch today and now I'm kind of itchy. I really shouldn't eat it because my Dad is deathly allergic to any kind of seafood with a shell that turns red when boiled (like shrimp, crabs, lobster, crawfish, prawns; am I leaving anything else out?) I had allergy tests when I was in middle school and the doctor identified that I had a seafood allergy. I never really had any problems until right after I graduated college and I landed myself in the hospital for several days after eating crab dip at work. Anywho, I love shellfish so it is a struggle for me not to eat it. My dad's allergy showed up in his early twenties at random. He was eating seafood one minute and the next minute he was being rushed to the hospital; red, swollen and not breathing. Because I am Catholic and it is Lent, I can't eat meat on Friday's. I ate shrimp at lunch and now I have been itching for several hours. Oh well, at least I can breathe. I am going to have to give it up one day.
Last night I started on this project that Lindsay has been working on. I love it because I am going to be able to make it for about $7 and if it turns out anything like Lindsay's it looks much more expensive than that! The eggs are primed and have their first coat of white paint on them. I think this is a terrific use for all of those dreadful plastic Easter eggs everyone has lying around. It felt really good to re purpose those things! Hopefully it will turn out well. Crafting is therapeutic for me.
Tomorrow night we are supposed to go to a BBQ for a friend's 30th birthday. I really like this friend, K and her husband, C. I am a little nervous because K's brother P. is supposed to be there. I really like P. About a year ago, P. and I were supposed to meet up for a friendly date, but he kind of bailed without a phone call. I saw P. at Christmas and at a wedding right after Christmas and things were great. I decided to send him a text message and try things out again. Well, once again I never heard anything back. I know he is going to be there tomorrow and to say that I am dreading it would be putting it mildly. Why can men be so daft? All you married ladies are very lucky, I tell you!
Well, I think I figured out the source of my foul mood. It's dreading seeing P. tomorrow and being a little excited about it as well. I'll let you folks know how it goes.