Craving.

I'm craving like a pregnant woman.
We were talking about food during 2d Design today, and I thought I was going to explode.
I actually started to talk about food, and got really excited, to the point where I was nearly yelling about how badly I wanted pizza, and tacos, ramen noodles, and fried cheese sticks and potato chips with guacamole and beans and zebra cakes and baguettes, and cake. And cookies.
If I let my mouth hang open right now, I literally might drool.
It's kind of pathetic.
Crackers sound so good right now.
And burritos. And french fries.
I just can't let this get the best of me.

We ate breakfast together today, and he offered me a forkful of hasbrowns, ready to spoon feed it to me, like I was a little girl again.
I smiled and shook my head no.
He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "You know, breakfast..."
"Is the most important meal of the day. Yeah, I know."
He kind of laughed, and then gave me a look.
I think he knows.

Love you,
Margie.