Today I had lunch in Orange County with two friends because a work meeting fell through. I was so frustrated that I had to trek across three freeways only to miss my appointment but connecting with old friends and devouring Indian cuisine was a great compensation prize. We discussed life, love, and dreams over naan, curry, and veggie samosas. Because I’m such an non-humorous dork, I actually tried to use some preplanned wit and incorporate naan (bread-like deliciousness) into conversation.
I don’t want naanthing to drink, thank you.
Well, it’s naan of your business.
When the bill comes I will have naan of you chip in.
My attempt to use my wit and charm thankfully didn’t come to fruition and I’m sure my lunch companions were happy. But I will say this, I have naanthing to write about today because work is naanthing but stressful. If you caught last night’s message, 1. sorry for crying a bit (super sensitive topic), and 2. apparently hot rollers do naanthing for my hair because I looked like a hot mess last night. I’m sure you’ll forgive me for both of those mishaps! If you didn’t catch my naan-hot hair, your can check it out here and get a study on gluttony too 😉
So before you immerse to extent publicly do your [b][/b] and evoke it out for yourself.