I'm currently being accosted by the plague. Not just accosted, but utterly manhandled by it. I can't put words together to make sentences. Well ok, technically that's what I'm doing right now, but I'm certain that upon proofreading this will make about as much sense as a turtle wearing a top hat. In other news, I have a pet turtle -- does anyone know where I could find a tiny hat? Ooh! And maybe a bow-tie too! Yes that's your homework.
I'm lucky to eat much more than soup and crackers at this point, so as far as sharing my eats.... no-way-no-how. I certainly didn't take photos of that crap. I just want to curl into a little ball under my oh-so-fluffy blankets and watch Mean Girls for the ten thousandth time. Paul wants nothing of the sort. I'm pretty sure I chant "You go, Glen Coco!" in my sleep. If you're keeping count, that now makes two adults in my bed that talk in their sleep. I wonder if we have conversations? Maybe we just quote movies all night. Seems likely, given that it's what we do whenever we're not sleeping.
If you let me keep talking this is only going to get weirder. Partially b/c this is the fever talking and partially because I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs. I think that may be why you love me though. Unless you hate me, then I'm not really sure why you're here. For the food? That could be it! Though this week you're going to be getting your foodie fix entirely from the peeps who link up their WIAW posts below. It's okay, they eat yummy stuff too - you're in quite capable hands.
Alright - le'ts do this! Happy What I Ate Wednesday! I'm off to tell the husband he's looking particularly fetch today but simply cannot sit next to me because it's Wednesday and he's not wearing pink.