Oh the things we do
Dear little alien growing inside of me: Last night, your mother and I choked down tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. This was our warmer alternative to the planned salad topped with chicken (since it was so rainy and cold outside), and the healthier alternative to Taco Bell (I cannot give in to your double-decker taco supreme demands any longer!). We also did it to save the money we will need to fund your needs, as mint.com has informed us that we spend 495% of our income on some sort of food (fine, I’m exaggerating). Today for lunch, I am eating last night’s planned salad topped with chicken, when all I really want is a pulled pork sandwich topped with coleslaw and a side of fries from the lunch joint down the street. I wanted that last night, too. See – there, that’s what it looks like. Mmm. However, tonight, we will have some kind of soy chick patty parmigiana. Perhaps we will treat ourselves tomorrow to a lunch or dinner made and served by people other than ourselves. But seriously, no more tacos. Love, your starving and suddenly wealthy mothers.