So I made it through day 3. I have survived. I have not ben able to get off coffee yet. Still at one cup in the morning. Shut up! I’m taking baby steps. Oh, sorry, not you. I was talking to my conscious.
I went out to breakfast with a friend and I ate fruit. I was drooling over her oatmeal. Oatmeal. I hate oatmeal but her oatmeal had cream and brown sugar on it. I really was just drooling over the brown sugar. I wanted to lick it off the top of the oatmeal. I need help.
In other news, because apparently the world still spins even when I’m not allowed sugar, Sir D and Bob are sick. They have the cold-from-the-dark-side that I had last week. We are a giving family.
Also, Ann has exactly 11 more weeks at Scottish Rite. 11 more times I have to drive downtown. I can’t wait till it’s over. I think I may be more excited than she is.
One other thing. I am in need of a good book. I have hit a reading slump lately. I love adventure/suspense/romance type books. It does not have to be Christian per say, but I don’t like smut. Any suggestions? Come on. Give me something. I have to keep my mind busy or I’ll start licking other people’s breakfast cereals.