I casually mentioned that the next time My Man (M², his new nickname) and I head to Sam’s Club, that we HAVE to load up on some sugary sweets. The cupboards are currently filled with everything of the cracker and tortilla chip variety (and he just eats up those cowtails too quickly). He asks what I have a craving for and my response was "strawberry wafer cookies" (random, right?). Out of nowhere, he grabs his wallet and LEAVES!
Not only does he return with the aforementioned wafers-of-goodness, but a strawberry milkshake from UDF (my new hangover cure, although I haven’t been drinking), a bag of frosted animal crackers, three frosted kruellers (for breakfast) AND a box of butterscotch Krimpets. Surprisingly, I slept rather well.
The boy, he wants me happy… or he wants me fat. Or he’s completely off on the PMS portion of my cycle.
In other odes of awesomeness to M², he hung up my list of 43 Cleveland+ on the fridge to cross off in completeness when we have "nothing to do."
Reading: the Britney Spears article in Rolling Stone (with no thanks to VH1 last night showing in obscenely old program on Britney and her subsequent crazy status). This article is so incredibly sad — with her story being gruesomely addictive. What caught my attention most, was the mention by the author how attractive Britney (still) is in public, regardless of the "oops" moment she recently experienced on that used-to-be-music channel. The very fact that she’s probably my size (and beautiful) just kills me thinking there will be no progress with women in regard to body image.
Esteban, gearing up for spring training, is hearting: "R U Experienced" by Stylophonic (yeah, I know you’ve all seen the D&G commercial), "Make Me Sweat" by Basement Jaxx, "Fuck You" by Ottorongo.
Thinking: Mmmm, Tastycakes! – Mel
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