Every Day In May - Day Twenty-Nine
I'm a pig. No other way to put it really. When there's food porn around, that's all I'm about. Today at work I come in to find out that Rosey was pissed off at me for not mentioning my birthday again. She realized it yesterday, so she went home and baked a lemon cake and chocolate peanut butter brownies and brought them in today. Rosey is an amazing baker. I bet she could take liver, dog poo and belly button lint and create the most amazing dessert out of it. Anyway, she baked all this goodness and I naturally partook in it. I decided for a small piece of cake and two brownies. Then, when that was gone, I got another brownie. And then a fourth one. They were sooooooo good, I couldn't help myself. Of course I felt like shit after the fact. Who wouldn't? A little while after lunch, I started coming down from my sugar high. That's a terrible feeling because all you want to do is curl up in a ball and take a nap. I figured my walk home tonight was going to be sheer agony, but I was surprised to find that it was very, very pleasant and I even added an extra mile to the walk. I know I didn't undo the damage from today, but hopefully I slowed it down a little. For dinner I made a big ass salad full of veggies. I didn't think I'd be hungry, but I was. These are a couple pics I snapped with my crappy ass cell phone of the food porn.