For dinner tonight I’m eating a frozen meal. It is “Lemongrass Coconut Chicken” by Kashi and it smells exactly like I remember Malaysia smelling. (Yes, I’m back on that topic). Oh, the smell makes me want to go back, so badly. It must just be my mood right now but… it makes me want to stay there. (So yes, I did just Google “american living in malaysia”). I know it will never happen (proof #1: Malaysians aren’t big fans of immigrants), but it’s fun to smell my dinner and dream. I wonder if Malaysia is one of those countries where we could live like kings, like with servants and stuff? (I’m picturing something that is waayyy too pre-1950 English colonies).
Whenever we discuss moving away from Cheesecake City, my first thought is, “Can the dogs come, too?” (actually, it’s “If the dogs can’t come, I’m staying here”) but when I dreamed this one up, I didn’t actually remember owning dogs until I walked back into the bedroom and…huh. Dogs. I wonder if year round 90 degree climate would be good for Scooby’s allergies?