Nov 01, 2005 13:14
When referring to my little lump of a belly, I have before referred to him as Baby Peanut. I have let colleagues know I am in my 94th trimester, told friends I can feel him kick.
I wonder if I cursed myself with this silliness.
Today I am craving very odd combinations of foods. Sitting on the reference desk, I suddely had the hankering for a chicken chimichanga topped off with pickled okra. I want mashed potoatoes with really salty peanuts and a spicy gravy on top. I want a block of the stinkiest cheese I can find.
If lunch doesn't come quickly, I'm going to eat the public ... well, the snooty ones first, all the while singing Motorhead's "Eat the Rich".
::grumble, grumble:: Feed me!
body,
food