When True Love Looks a Lot like a Turd
i’m back from the east coast and in major recover mode. i had a wonderful time seeing my parents (who spoiled me with maternity clothes, diet coke and homemade bagels) and juggling 48 hours among friends (late night talks, one cute baby, bridal showers and appetizers on screened in porch) and most importantly a dinner at PUNJAB (apparently all this pregnant girl ever needed – hold the rice!). somehow my trip didn’t include my daily required nap and so, for the last few days, i’ve been playing catch up.
in addition to napping, i bought a bridesmaid’s dress six sizes bigger than my current size for CASTLE ROOMATE’S august wedding (omg, i’m gonna be huge) and ventured into my first baby store where i promptly got super overwhelmed and had to leave. in addition i watched the two hour season finale of GREYS in approximately 10 minutes. and then i watched THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NEW JERSEY in depth, rewinding twice to make sure i caught every minute.
today i made my 2nd annual appearance at MAKER FAIRE and i have seen many things – many of these things i am still in the process of processing. many of these things included goggles and brass which is apparently a THING, but a thing i’ve never heard of. i also ate falafel and kettle corn (i think it was the kettle corn that set me over the edge…i’m feeling pukey). to make the event even more memorable, ABN bought me a little crocheted piece of poop….really.
but really, getting back to food (because, that is what’s important), i think i’m having a craving….or at least…a strong want. i want really good bread, toasted, with tomato and avocado and parmesan cheese. doesn’t that sound awesome? also, maybe some celery with cream cheese.
Thank you 
