I have 4 & 1/2 dozen chocolate espresso cookies with a hint of cinnamon (maybe I should call them mexican chocolate espresso cookies?) and 20 fat gingersnaps.
And I'll probably not eat a one. It smells good in here.
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I have 4 & 1/2 dozen chocolate espresso cookies with a hint of cinnamon (maybe I should call them mexican chocolate espresso cookies?) and 20 fat gingersnaps.
And I'll probably not eat a one. It smells good in here.
Oooh, cookies.
Seriously, I think I like baking cookies solely for the process and the smell.
Burbank is such a wee little airport.
We should all go to sara's for a cookout and cookies! I WANT ESPRESSO COOKIES! It could be an cookie-out.
In other news, I'm within 7 pounds (as of today) of my pre-pregnancy weight. I can wear pants and skirts in one of my weight loss transition sizes (~8) but not tops. How's that for weird?
Tom, it is! and you get to walk on the tarmac. It's crazy!
Kat, all the surgery ~ma in the world to Grace, all the waiting-out-surgery-~ma for you, and all the no surgery please~ma to Noah.
In other news, I'm within 7 pounds (as of today) of my pre-pregnancy weight. I can wear pants and skirts in one of my weight loss transition sizes (~8) but not tops. How's that for weird?
Are you all Boobs McBooberson?
I like Burbank. It's adorkable. And baggage claim is OUTSIDE! Freaky! I love small airports. Were it an option, I'd use them exclusively. I loved flying into Killeen, not just cause of the fun prop planes. But back then (they've since gotten a new, larger airport) it was basically, lobby area, check in, waiting and baggage claim, none that much larger than my apartment.
but not tops. How's that for weird?
I kinda think I know the reason....
Depending on how greedy my coworkers are on monday (cookies are for a meeting) I think I might be able to provide some delayed gratification.
Currently, yes. All boobs. I am guessing losing the last 7 lbs is going to be a bitch of a thing. Really, I'm dying to go back to yoga already.
Think of the seven pounds as milk.