Now this is by no means turning into a mommy blog, but I felt the need to vent:
Dear cyberpeople,
I'm convinced that the little person renting space in my uterus is a food elitist--he/she has something against EVERYONE'S cooking. My little food elitist will get a taste of this and a taste of that and then not even 10 minutes later spits it out like yesterday's trash--resulting in mommy having lots of one-on-one time with her new bff, Porcelain Pauline.
It's even gotten to the point where my little food critic has suppressed mommy's urge to eat for hours at a time--probably because he/she doesn't respect my palate anymore.
Hopefully I'll regain his/her trust again soon (before his/her 40week eviction) and my Emeril-In-Training's appetite falls in line with mine once more. Porcelain Pauline is a great listener and all, but I think we may need some space.
- Hungry in Cali
Peace
1 comments:
Lol you are so silly. I'm so happy for you mommy!!!
Post a Comment
I like to dialouge so tell me what you're thinking......