Really? Really?
So I don’t have pics to post right this minute. But I will. Guess who I’m a fan of? Corey friggin’ Ferguson and his family. Corey’s mother, Norris has been feeding us lately. She’s loving us coming over for dinner. She has even been altering recipes to meet my dietary desires. Well, get THIS: She’s been making seafood dishes but I can’t bring myself to express my hatrid for the bell pepper because it seems to be a staple in her recipes. SO…lots of stuff has the ever hated, evil bells. Usually red ones and not many of them. So yeah, I love him (and her generosity) that much. I’m eating bell peppers. You heard it, kids. Now this is happening. They’re actully not that bad. I just kinda pick around them if possible.
In addition to all that awesome, Corey gets up (even if he’s not working that day) and MAKES ME BREAKFAST and PACKS MY LUNCH! Seriously. Sometimes (like this morning) he does this in his little man panties. Eep! Again I say, Le Sigh. Husband material? What say ye, ladies?


































I try not to snack like this, but I was falling asleep in a meeting. I shared with coworkers but ate most of the package myself.



There was some unagi in there but I inhaled it before I got a chance to take a pic.
I had half of this before we rushed off to the hospital.
I had all of this and probably half of another one while we fucked around in the hospital parking lot. Oh (not) delicious miller lite.
Oh glorious lonestar. 


snack while driving. Mmm…Doctor Cracker.





