Do you know what I miss?
This gluten free thing isn’t so bad. I can make my own delicious version of pretty much anything I want but there are days, like today, where I just feel like crying about it. Do you know why? Because I’m pregnant and don’t want to make my own pizza, I want to call some place and say “please bring me a pizza damn it and make it snappy”
I would comfort myself with gluten free banana cake with peanut butter frosting,
but The Hubster decided to eat the last slice… and he drank my last rootbeer.. I think someone is begging to get punched in the kidney.
January 30th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
Hmmm…sounds like the jugular might be more appropriate!
January 30th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
or kicked in the spleen, you know, to mix it up
January 30th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
Mmmmmmmm…that cake sure looks tasty….I think I would have to smack someone upside the head if they ate the last piece.
January 30th, 2008 at 3:22 pm
Oh if you lived closer I would bring you some awesome gluten free pizza buns from a store here (my Aunts friend loves them and took 20+ home when she visited last).
Hubby does he realize what pregnancy hormones can do to a woman??
January 30th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
What a cruel husband.
I think he should make you a gluten-free treat and make it snappy.