Well it’s about 11 on a Thursday, I still haven’t chosen my nominations (sorry guys), and someone just texted me and asked if I wanted to be part of a flash mob. The only option I have left at this point is my delicious “sorrow bowl.” Yes the term was coined by Tina. the coining of the phrase went a little something like this:
(dramatic thunder an lightning. It’s late Sunday night and someone had a rough day. Camera pans to a young girl crying into a bowl on the couch. The lights turn on.)
Me: Are you ok?
Tina: *sniff* yea I’m just having a rough day
Me: well wha…wait what’s that in your lap?
Tina: a bowl
Me: a bowl of what?
Now what was really in this bowl was a half gallon of vanilla ice cream, half a tray of fudge brownies, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. I told her we’ve all been there, where we needed a sorrow bowl. Right now I’m just having one of those days.
This was my sorrow bowl tonight. It’s actually quit sad that the dinner I’m a regular at knows when I need it. If I walk in by myself after 10 o’clock they know. Well I will choose my nominees over the weekend hopefully. Until then have a great weekend everyone, and remember, don’t be ashamed of your sorrow bowl. What do you guys put in yours anyway?