Well, I'm going to cry. My MIL is taking my husband out to dinner at D'Arcy's Pint, a local pub/eatery here in Springfield. They have the BEST Irish food ever. Irish meaning "potato everything." I'm skipping out completely just because I know I can't have potato everything. I MISS POTATOES! French Fries, Irish Mashers, Irish Nachos, dang!
Is it so bad if you have Irish Nachos? It's sour cream, cheese sauce, black olives, jalapenos, and onions
on a bed of waffle fries. Is that so awful????
I'll stay home and have a handful of nuts and a salad. Mmm boy. Yum. South Beach Gourmet.
Someone talk me into being happy as a skinny woman, please! I'm missing potatoes so much I'm about to say "Well I'd be happier fat." (Notice that potatoes are more tempting for me than beer. I'm a potatoholic.)
So, I'm not caving in to potatoes, I'm just

ing because I can't have them. Ever again. I might just die from potato starvation.