Shirt: Ross, Vest: Wal-Mart, Jeans: F21, Boots: Target
So, my sugar consumption has been Out. Of. Control. It's been a problem off and on since before Thanksgiving. But really on since my bright idea of selling baked goods. I haven't been selling many, but I have been making them so I can photograph them... and then eating them. I mean, someone has to. So there were Valentine's Day cookies. Lots and lots of Valentine's Day cookies. Then there were the chocolate dipped pretzels that I made for our Valentine party, which we didn't get to go to, therefore the pretzels had to stay at home. Then there were the cinnamon rolls. Those were a Valentine gift from Hubs, so I really didn't have any choice but to eat those. Three of those. Then there were the bananas that were past their prime, and therefore had to baked into something. Is it my fault that I'm the only one in our house that likes banana bread? Then there's the strudel. The whole strudel. Jordan only goes to ride up near that German town every once in a while, so since it's a rare opportunity, he had to get the strudel. And there's only place that sells them, and you can only buy them whole. So what choice was there really? My solution to this problem has been to just eat it all, so it'll be gone. Once it's gone, I won't be eating it any more.... right? That has been the ongoing plan for at least three weeks now, but somehow more and more must-be-eaten deliciousness just keeps appearing. Yeah, maybe not the best plan of action.
Also, what's with our weather? We've got the bright green springy grass right next to the ice coated frosty grass. Flurries in the forecast right along with a sunny 70 degree day. I guess that's why she's mother nature. Flip-flopping and mind changing faster than you can say woman. Okay, I'll scale that back to be a comparison just to myself rather than all women, because I know how generalizations can offend. All women are certainly not like that, but mother nature and I sure are cut from the same fickle cloth.
