Why does the universe seem to want to make me eat Chicken Pot Pies lately? I don’t want your damn chicken pot pie! I want what I want! Yesterday Jeff went to the grocery store to get a couple things, and he said if they had them there he was probably getting himself a sub for lunch. Did I want anything? Well, duh, yeah! But he called me while there to let me know what they had already made (tons of chicken pot pies apparently)… and nothing really did it for me. He picked up one of the things of their fried chicken for me since that sounded least offending. What I REALLY wanted yesterday was some Kraft Macaroni and cheese… so I made some for dinner last night. Just now I got an email letting us know there is leftover food upstairs from a lunch meeting that just let out. If I want I can come grab a … chicken pot pie. WTF?! lol Today (okay everyday really) I just really want a ham and cheese sandwich. Which of course is something I *can’t* have. My husband won’t let me do the lunchmeat thing. There is a very small risk with lunchmeat of listeria, which would be really bad for the baby. I couldn’t really make up my mind what to think about the whole lunchmeat thing so I just gave Jeff the facts and made him decide. Sadly he decided I just plain shouldn’t touch it. End of story. Some say you can heat up the lunchmeat and then it’s safe to eat – but god damn that’s not what I WANT. They call ‘em cold cuts for a reason! *shakes fist high above my head*

Anyway… that’s just me bitching. You should probably get used to that. It’s getting more and more frequent in real life…