I have the worst hankering for cream cheese.  I have no idea why.  I just want some cream cheese and green olives and crackers.

Bryan will NOT eat this for dinner.

Damn super-taster.

Or salmon.  I could TOTALLY go for some salmon.

I think we’re having tacos, though.  I mean… that’s fine too.

But ARTICHOKE HEARTS.  Mmmm.  Artichoke bruscetta.. a BitterHouse classic.

I wish I had the recipe. (Upon reading this, Delle is muttering, "JesusChrist, woman, you MADE it with me hundreds of times!")

Yes, but I am retarded.  Ease up, homegirl.

And, hey, artichoke bruscetta is low-carb!!  That’s great!

Yes, I’m back on the Atkins train to hell.  Sucks.  So far, so good.. but it’s VERY hard to follow the diet when you live with someone who thinks you’re nuts for going on it in the first place.  He just never saw The Dress!  If he saw it, he’d understand.  And he walks with me, so it’s a wash in the end.  Tacos CAN be low carb.. if I just skip the actual taco.

I am a low-carb machine, baby.

Cream-cheese, green olives, artichoke hearts.. these are all low-carb.  So at least I’m craving the right things.

Pointless post, brought to you by Sarah Brown.  And the letter N. 

As in, "Narnia."