Cravings
Some people have asked if I’ve had any cravings, and while for the most part it’s been the exact opposite—as in, “I want mashed potatoes not because I want mashed potatoes but rather because the thought of eating anything else makes me want to die”—there have been a few:
Canned peaches in syrup (preferably the Del Monte ones in the glass jar)
This desert they have at Dunlay’s in Logan Square: a big chocolate-chip cookie served hot in a cast-iron skillet with vanilla ice cream
Reba. As in the TV show showed in reruns on the cw at 4:00 and 4:30 every day and while normally I’d be ashamed to admit that, there are only four-and-a-half short months left in which I can be excused of any and all questionable behavior due to excessive hormones and I’m going to milk ‘em for all they’re worth, people, so yes, I watch Reba, and yes, I think Van is funny and yes, the actress who plays Barbara Jean can do really interesting things with her mouth and yes, I'm looking forward to the return of my intelligence.
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I watch Reba too. Unashamed.
I claim it at the top of my voice. Sometimes, 4 episodes in a row, because you can switch from We to Lifetime.
I steal Nutra-System meals from my neighbors (they started keeping them in the back stairwell) and I eat tiny lasagnas and tiny beef wellingtons and scramble eggs somehow freeze dried in a cup while watching Reba. More Reba.
Posted by: Jay Torrence | September 20, 2007 7:59 PM
I am honored that you are my teacher.
I just thought you should know that.
You don't ever even talk too fast for me, and that makes me happy to spend four hours in your class.
Your child will be lucky to get to talk to you every day. I'm very jealous.
Posted by: Girl Friday | September 21, 2007 2:00 AM