So last night Hurrah, Pants and I went out for fish and chips. And maybe a pint or two... Or three... Yummers.

But the thing is, I'm really really really trying not to eat things like deep fried fish. And drink things like beer. Damn you yummy food, why must you be on the menu? Why must you force me to order you? Why must you taste like love? Why must you taste even better when I combine you with tartar sauce or ketchup? I LOVE YOU BAD-FOR-ME FOODS! I love you!

(*salivating*)

More to the point, why can't I get this way over salad. Woohoo. Salad. Look at me. I'm. Eating. Salad. Yum.

Sigh. No matter how pretty, something that looks like flowers in a bowl will never be satisfying to me.