Antacid-flavored comfort hearts
In our endless quest to rema–become thin, J. Co and I have committed to having stir fry for dinner every night. Not only are there endless varieties, but it’s tres delish, and healthy as hell. Plus, we always end up pigging out late at night (like you’re not supposed to) while engulfed in reality television.
Ms. Sugarkitty Diva Jones is getting along well. Last night, she was the calmest she’s ever been, letting us pet her without getting too feisty. It’s a long way from a month ago when she drew blood from my hand her first night here.
SD on Monday. I’m on cloud nine just thinking about it.
