They say that we learn something new every day, and you know, I think this anonymous "they" creature has a point. I mean, I've learned some pretty dang valuable lessons myself this week if I do say so myself.
I thought I'd share, in case you find yourself on this summery little Wednesday feeling like you're up for some quality edumacation and all that jazz.
–A Week Ago, I Didn't Know That ...–
// pineapple sorbet could actually come in the form of a PINEAPPLE. Wizardry!! #CostcoIsQueen
// that, contrary to my personal belief, George Ezra croons "my house in Budapest" and not "miles from Budapest." This wouldn't be half as embarrassing as um, well, the fact that the roomz and I were planning a brief, completely-out-of-the-way detour on our Europe trip just so we could be "miles from Budapest" and make a video about it. Guess I'll take this as the universe shutting our ideas down one. at. a. time.
// it's unrealistic to attempt burning 550 calories on the Stairmaster. OK, time out. Want to know a major pro that comes with living with a Division I athlete? She'll design a workout plan for you and agree to train you. Want to know a major con that comes with living with a Division I athlete? Re-read previous answer. I was wheezing my way through "lower your butt, Caroline" "flat back, Caroline" "bend your knees, Caroline" "choose a heavier kettleball, Caroline" "don't die, Caroline," already, and THEN we made the mutual decision to Stairmaster on "Fatburner Hard." Booked it outta there after ~100 calories. Never again will I badmouth the Stairmaster, I swear on a Chipotle burrito bowl.
// Luxury Loungers exist. Step away from this blog post, look up the Cinemark closest to you that have these babies available, and go. Just go. I know I mentioned these in my last post, but I won't stop until this whole blog here is sponsored by Cinemark, and every post here on out involves me and my experiences in never again leaving the comfort of a Luxury Lounger.
// everyone else is already in on the Cinco de Mayo joke where you take pictures with five jars of mayo. I seriously thought this was my own personal stroke of brilliance, and am quite saddened to find that no, it twasn't.
// I would indeed be willing to lose all dignity and stay up until 4am to make sure Princess Charlotte arrived in this world safe and sound. Sure I was "eating nachos and watching a movie" with my friends anyway (or so they think).
// magic exists in the form of dance videos like this. TEARS of mirth, people.