3.17.2005

Bubbles and Squeak

I ate an obscene amount of homemade quacamole last night. I mean obscene. So obscene that I was scouring the web earlier to see just how much fat I did take in. It was more than a Krispy Kreme doughnut but less than a pint of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk ... oh wait, I didn't include the nacho chips.

Apparently, there are a lot of good things about avocados so I'll just focus on those. At least there was no sour cream involved in my binge.

It seems that lately I can't pass up an opportunity to buy new groceries. We have plenty of food at home but the produce aisle is so nicely organized and freshly misted. Last night I went to WalMart (despite The Husband's boycott - I will never disobey him again) to get a new VCR since our old one bit it. The VCR cost $3 more than a new DVD player. I found this interesting. ANYWAY since I was at a SUPER WalMart, I stopped by the produce and got fruit and guacamole makings. It's all the VCR's fault, really.

Once I hooked up our shiny new VCR I popped in the tape of our little cherub during the ultrasound. It was pretty cool and since I didn't have something jammed into my belly, I was able to focus more. I'm sure that I saw the heart beating and I remembered what the femur looked like. I checked out the head again and the spine. It was all groovy.

I slept well last night despite some crazy dream about rescuing stray puppies in our neighborhood. Instead of capturing the three that are actually there, I captured about thirty and put them in the empty apartment next door. Is that what they mean by "nesting"?

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