So, I thought I was tired yesterday morning. Well, this morning was a thousand times worse. Andrew woke me up just before seven and I was not a happy camper. It felt like the train outside our apartment had become derailed during the night, flown up three stories, and proceeded to run me over. Alright, it might not have been that dramatic, maybe it was more like being hit by a cement truck...
I think I pushed a little too far at the gym yesterday. The right side of my back killed after I got home and it got worse later on. By the time I went to bed last night I thought I'd pulled something. This morning Andrew had to grab me by the ankle and pull me out of bed. I was not quite coherent and in pain. While I was walking to the kitchen to start blending our first round of smoothies, Andrew looked at me and asked, "Why are you walking like a witch?" I hadn't noticed that I was hunched over, with my forearms pulled up and my hands in a weird half wringing--half grasping position close to my chest. I could have taken a picture and drawn an arrow that said Insert Poisoned Apple Here.
Once I was awake enough to start making smoothies, things got better. Andrew asked for...wait for it....wait for it... two Cinnamon Cherry Smoothies. I can't say I was surprised. That has been his favorite so far. While I was putting it all in the blender I realized that I didn't have enough cherries. I made some substitutions, but it wasn't the same. After pouring 60 oz into Andrew's containers there was only 8 oz left. I poured it into a small cup for myself. Andrew walked over, asked if the smoothie tasted good, picked up my cup and drank half of it.
I didn't make another smoothie until 2 pm. With the cherries gone, I had to look at the other fruit in the freezer. How did I not notice that we have blueberries? I decided to make a Blueberry Lemon Green Smoothie. My little brother was over doing his laundry and kept saying things like, "Wow, that looks good!" While I was shaving his neck (sounds strange, but he comes over for laundry and haircuts all the time) he kept eyeing the smoothie on the counter. Finally, he asked if he could have some. He didn't drink much and I could tell he wanted more. I doled out Andrew C.'s portion (to take to him at work) and my portion (the leftover 3 cups). Andrew T. (my little bro) told me that the smoothie was really good. As I was drinking it I thought, this is tasty, but it would be a lot better if I hadn't been drinking smoothies for the past 2 1/2 days.
When I went to pick Andrew up at the office he had a lot more work to do. I really didn't want to drive home only to have to come right back, but I really needed to start sipping on smoothie in order to get all 128 oz in. While Andrew continued working, I drove over to
Jamba Juice to get us some green smoothies (after a stop at Good Earth... turns out I'd received misinformation - they do not sell green smoothies). I ordered a 32 oz of Jamba's Apple n' Greens and a 32 oz of their Orange Carrot Karma. All I can say is yuck! Both Andrew and I agreed that they were equally disgusting. The orange one tasted like hay and the green one tasted just as bad.
When we finally got home (after 8 pm) I made myself a large Mixed Berry Green Smoothie. It tasted so much better than Jamba's. Maybe I need to open up my own place. Andrew said that it was even better than Roxberry's green smoothies! Drank part of it out on our porch while the sun was setting, nice, very nice.
Side effects: Not many after this morning. I am tired of making and drinking smoothies. Andrew woke up with a ton of gunk in his eyes and some pain. I think the eye pain is from allergies, not the smoothies. Lots of bathroom trips, but that's par for the course. Hmm... yeah, that's it.
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