
I went shopping with my mom today... she was excited about my weight loss (relieved more than anything -- "we kept trying to tell you were out of shape but it's so awkward to say so!") but groaned at all the "health food" I dumped into the shopping cart. "You know we won't eat any of this after you've gone," she said. It was pretty funny

There's a huge tub of chocolate chip cookie dough in the fridge tempting me, so I'm going to bake recovery-from-breakup cookies with one of my friends tomorrow to get rid of them. Though cookies are also tempting, I'm betting that they can do less damage to me within the 20 minutes before adolescent boys descend than they can in dough form in the fridge all next week.


about 20 people, it's fun... but way too much food... WAYYY tooo much...But I'll manage...
... These two weeks just fly by so unbelievably fast though, that I wish I were working, well not really, but it's a silly thought 