I love Top Chef. I think it may be the only show in the history of TV that I would race home for. For whatever reason, it grabbed me day one and I've been hooked ever since.
Last night was the finale and I missed it. I just can't believe it. I was so tired yesterday (not to mention hungry--I was starving all day long). The day just got away from me. Had to get new front brakes. Meetings. Family dinner (if you're local, the food at Guardalajara is great). I laughed out loud when I got up this morning because my clothes were in a heap right in front of my front door! I decided to spend some time catching up on some home stuff but all I managed to do was return one phone call before I completely crashed. I had to cut short a perfectly lovely conversation because I just wasn't going to make it. I crawled into bed and got myself all cozy and then realized that it was Wednesday. And the finale. And I just couldn't do it. I did check this morning and my guy won (I won't spoil it if you haven't seen it yet) which is a huge relief. If he had lost, I would have blamed myself for not being there to root for him.
There has actually been some knitting going on here. I knocked out a quick gift for my office mate today. She's been working out and doing great so I whipped up this little iPod cozy for her. She bought herself a pair of lime green and black sneakers to inspire her to go the gym on schedule and I had this great bias tape that Pat (of the tomatoes) had dyed. Perfect with a big black button.
It's perfect for her!
Time to head to work. The upside of working 8 minutes from home and is I can push my mornings pretty far. If I hit the lights right, the ride is only about 5 minutes so wish me good green light karma today.