
I definitely am not regretting ever expressing the fact that at one time I actually enjoyed having a budget. Because that? Would have been madness! I'm sure I never would have thought that, let alone said it...
There is no way that I'm feeling in the least bit irritable or hormonal these days. I am a mature lady, far above being swayed by such silly things as hormones. And I absolutely didn't keep staring at my beloved the other night, totally annoyed by the sounds he made while eating ice cream.
I certainly wasn't dreading driving the Food Circuit last Monday. As happy as I am to participate in a CSA, to get farm-fresh eggs from pastured chickens, and amazing raw milk, I never grumble to myself about the driving. And I certainly wouldn't be praying about someone with whom I might alternate the driving to the farm.
And while dining at The Melting Pot with my handsome husband, celebrating our 12th anniversary, I absolutely, positively did not break of all my own rules about refined sugar. I certainly didn't finish off a delightful meal by chowing down on chocolate-caramel fondue with: brownie bites, pound cake, Oreo crumb-encrusted marshmallows, graham cracker crumb-encrusted marshmallows, and delectable, scrumptious cheesecake. Because I? Don't. Eat. Refined. Sugar. Anymore. Almost ever...
1 comment:
love your music playlist! :) great songs! and melting pot is amazing. :) a great excuse to splurge on some sugar!
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