I look at the dessert menus in restaurants, and all I can think is "a square inch of that would be lovely." Of course, I have actually ordered garlic-cheese mashed potatoes as dessert.

I could go through a serving bowl of garlic-cheese mashed potatoes and still be looking for more.

I could go through a serving bowl of garlic-cheese mashed potatoes and still be looking for more.

I've done this!

Today I bought a lovely cauliflower to make mash from. Looking forward to it.

Dammit, now I've got a craving. And I refuse to go to Denny's and get mashed potatoes. Laziness can be a saving grace.

And I refuse to go to Denny's and get mashed potatoes. Laziness can be a saving grace.

It's a mercy that I don't own a car and live in a fairly quiet neighborhood. God only knows what I would have done during the craziest of behaviors if I could get off the Hill. (Plus, going to the tavern down the street would have resulted in BEING SEEN. Couldn't have that.)

Dinner was a bowl of pasta with bacon salt and cheese. As I was eating, I realized, oh, wait, I forgot to feed my children too. Is that perhaps why they are acting like the criminally insane in their room? So I fed Grace her extra heavy, mostly coconut milk food and Noah came and had the rest of my pasta and half a peanut butter and apricot jam (which I made and canned Thursday AM before going to work) sandwich.

I hope they go to sleep now.

Me? It's a codeine night.

River otters are making a comeback in Pennsylvania!

Suddenly I haz internet at home! Who knows how long it will last?

IIRC, Keith Olberman really blew out his knee or ankle while using those fingered toed shoes.

Stress fracture in his foot from running. Weird mental picture!

Happy Birthdays to any who are having them! Health and peace ~ma to all that needs them!

That was when I took a good look at my behavior and the sad, sad fact that my mind was saying "don't do it" AS I was stuffing the junk in my mouth. But, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

That is me and cigarettes, not to derail. It didn't used to be, really. And damn, do I hate to admit it. I have got to quit for good. Ever since they added the chemical to the paper to make them go out if you don't keep smoking them, even my beloved Capris don't taste good, they make me tired and slightly nauseated, and I'm pretty sure that there's a link between smoking a lot and the migraines I've been getting.

Sorry, it's been a lot on my mind lately. First step is admitting, yada.

More randomness from me: I just read that Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz got married today.

Seriously?