I don't care for celery. Never have. Not cooked, not raw, not accompanying hot wings, not no way, not no how. Not in a box or even with a fox. But, for some reason, I had the urge to buy some for the express purpose of holding some peanut butter. It is now my favorite snack. And no Mom, I am NOT pregnant.It just kind of hit me the other day as I was looking at myself in the mirror, a *few* pounds heavier than I was before the holiday season began, and SEVERAL pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day, that if I don't buy crap at the grocery store, there won't be any crap in my house to eat. So, I headed off to the store (WITHOUT children no less) and filled my cart to the brim with all the ammo I'd need to get "ME" back. I'm on my way folks and it feels divine.
In other news I FINALLY found my camera battery charger and was able to photograph a few new pretties... what think you of these???