I had strawberries and chocolate milk for dinner last night.
Because I wanted it. And because I can.
3 weeks in a row now that I went down to Downtown farmers market and NOT wanting my absolutely most favorite bacon-wrapped hotdog. I mean, it smells great. I was right there, but I just didn’t want it.
And here I am. It’s 12:13. I’m hungry. But nothing sounds good to eat. Nothing.
What the hell????