Craving

I was so insistent on having a cheesesteak the last couple days that I felt like throwing something in frustration each hour that passed without a mammoth beef and cheese and carb-loving-torpedo-white-bread-roll mess in my hand. (California style WITH lettuce and mayo.) Now that I've written that out, it has fed the fuel of the craving even more and it's making me a tad on edge. *mascara running down face, futile punch at nearby wall*

I don't remember having such insane cravings while pregnant with Landon. Or maybe I did but because I was footloose and fancy free sans child, I just took care of them right away. (Whataburger and McDonald's runs could be clocked in under 5 minutes from our South Texas homes.)

So hear this, cheesesteak: I'm coming for you. You. Me. No napkins. Just ugly finger-licking consumption.