Not frozen or from a grocery store. You know, real ones picked off a real farm, grown in real dirt, with real flavor. 8) Not those tasteless, gassed, disgusting excuses for strawberries you normally get. :mrgreen:
I would love to slap the guy in the Food Lion parking lot that drives a white chevy silverado for 2 reasons: 1. He left his daughter in the truck alone and she couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old! 2. She was sitting in the front seat! Some people are just plain to dumb to realize the dangers of both of those! :evil:
Tis that season.... I think thats why there is a strawberry festival this week end... LOL... :jester:
I was about to and he walked out of the store. I was gonna get his license plate number but another car got ahead of me and went slow as poo!
I am having a cold cut combo with no cheese and no mayo today and I refuse to feel guilty about it. My head hurts, I'm bloated and I needed real food. So there!
I pray every day for that! :neutral: But truthfully... that's why I don't care how long she has a passy. I'm happy she's very selective on who she gives her sugars to. :lol:
:lol: that reminded me of this part of an email I rec'd the other day: Even Southern babies know that 'Gimme some sugah' is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
girl....I will never see my pre-twin weight....but, like I say, for me personally, as long as I am in single digit sized clothes, I am good. We all have our personal weight/size demons...no matter if you are a size 2 or 24.