I hate food

Well, I've killed the stereotype of the pregnant wife barefoot in the kitchen. I can't stand the sight of food. But then all of the sudden if I don't have a banana, someone may get hurt if they are in my way. Luckily, with my husbands invested interest in my condition, I am suddenly presented with a spread of pork medallion, potatoes, brocolli, biscuits and gravy. If I wash it all down with glass of milk, then my aversion is suddenly set back to square one and the cycle begins again.




- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Location:Fred Meyers

0 comments: