So, I stepped on the scale this morning. 192.5. Whew. I totally watched the numbers waver between 192.5 and 193 and I was willing them to stay at that .5 with every fiber of my being. Seriously. There was a major mental hurdle to jump with the .5 this week. Like I NEEDED it to…
i love food
Welcome to the Hellmonth–The Cupcake Edition
Alright, y’all. I love me some cupcakes. They are the perfect pieces of deliciousness. Not too much cake. Not too much icing. Not as messy as cutting a slice and having to balance it on your fingers to get it to the plate because it’s too tall for the cake cutter and you haven’t mastered…
Will someone please come and siphon the gas out of my car and confiscate my debit card please? PLEASE???
Because I think that might be the ONLY WAY to make me stop going to Moe’s for a twice-weekly burrito fix. I wish I were kidding. So, I was sick last week, right? Right. We’ve covered that. I’ve whined about it. I’ve tweeted about it. I’ve Facebooked about it. You’re all sick of hearing about…