I had to get out of the house today. Hubby thought maybe Whole Foods would have gluten-free hamburger buns - they used to. Since he was taking the dog to his mom's to fix her computer, I took the Tween with me. Whole Foods didn't really have much of anything gluten-free (big change from the last time I went) but did manage to find a little bit.
That's why I don't like to out. I'm tempted to spend money. Oh, and I'm a bit agoraphobic. It takes a lot to get me to leave my home. My family - taking care of them - is my biggest motivator.
Meanwhile, on the way home, Tween, who is ALWAYS hungry because of that hollow leg and always-empty belly, says as we stopped by every fast-food place: "can we get mcdonald's" or "can we get pizza" or ... you get the drift. It just so happens that Jack-In-The-Box just opened around the corner from our home. I drove near it. I almost turned. I thought "it's not fair to Hubby to go without him" or "I'd have to admit it on the blog" or "Tween will tell on me". Good thoughts, right?
But I kept driving. Thinking about it every block to the house. Into the house. Climbing the stairs to this computer.
I figure, if I admit it right away, maybe I'll feel better.
I want some cake.
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