
I'm just waiting for my DH to come home with a Whopper with cheese, a large fries, and a pepsi.
The turkey breast that I was going to cook for tonight smelled funny, and I had to throw it out. So I feel fully justified in consuming great quantities of calories.
At least I didn't cry...
(what the **** is a muffaletta sandwich, anyhow? Is that a cross between a muffin and a cafe latte?)




