so yesterday while at the store picking up some *ack*horrible*foul*nasty* coca cola sody pop for the boy (hi boy! love you!), i walked through the publix bakery and the sourdough baguettes were calling to me. really, truly, honestly.
i never eat bread anymore.
except for dinner, last night. i ate the entire baguette along with a container of eggplant spread.
talk about bloat.
and in other news, the news which really isn't news, because i get this way before every single birthday; and with my birthday right around the corner (literally),i get all down and blah about getting old. and then the boy sends me this:
he turned 17 yesterday.
my god. i feel like a crusty old broad.