This city is making me fat.
Actually, my mom started it, with all her trying to be nice and buying me peanut M’n’Ms and putting them in a red mug and making the whole shebang look so dang enticing I just can’t get enough.
I bought another bag of them, for my office, because one enormous bag of M’n’Ms just isn’t enough for this Suzy, so I had to buy another bag of them to keep me…I mean, each other, company. They live in the bottom drawer in shame, my M’n’Ms. Shameful chocolately goodness.
I was going to write about bus love in this week’s letter – because I have seen bus lovin’ like whoa this week – but I can’t.
All I can think about is M’N’Ms.
And Blue Barn salads.
And too many glasses of wine with my roommates.
And about how I had all of the above, about ten minutes ago.
Especially the wine.
Aaaaaaaaand we’re done here.