husband: “It’s like living with a pregnant woman!”
this is what living with me is like when i go to the gym on a regular basis (read: three times a week. sometimes four if i’m lucky. i’m not usually lucky.)
i want to eat. all the time. all day long. i fall victim to each and every commercial i see on tv. atÃ‚Â 6pm i want a blizzard. at 7pm i want that pizza that Jessica Simpson is pimping. at 8pm i want Taco Bell. mmm…taco bell.
husband: “You’ve never even eaten at Taco Bell! how do you know you’d even like it?”
me: “mmm…taco bell….”
at 9pm i want m&ms. at 10pm it’s popcorn. you can see where thisÃ‚Â one’s going….
last night i ate the tops of these giant muffins that my husband bought. 530 calorie muffins. and i ate two. granted…it was just the tops…but they were some big freakin’ muffins. and they were heavenly.
it’s like being pregnant…without all the indigestion and neusea and heartburn and restless nights and the nonstop peeing and the swollen ankles. it’s wonderful.
ifÃ‚Â only i could figure out why i’m not losing any weight…he.Ã‚Â
i like both Chrises (Chris’s?) but neither one of them blew me away last night. they were just a’ight. and Chris Richardson really is just a big dork. but i kinda dig it.
i love me some Blake. he’s no where near ready to win this competition, but i enjoy watching him. he’s different. and he’s cute.
Phil Stacey was okay. his ears are still bugging, though. can we get the dude a hat?
I really like Brandon…but his performance last night was nothing short of ‘meh’. Simon was really a dick, though, when he started ripping into his for wishing his dad a happy birthday.
Jared. Nick (did anyone tell Nick that ‘Fever’ is a woman’s song??)
can we just put poor Sanjaya out of his misery? pretty please!
ps…how cute are the Jolie-Pitt sisters???