She Dreams of FetaPosted: January 22, 2011
Friday night, I dreamed that I was trying to break into a locked refrigerator full of feta cheese. I adamantly refuse to eat the broccoli or pasta that was sitting right in front of my face – I. Wanted. That. Feta!
Is it any wonder, then, that lunch at Panera Bread for a Greek salad was on the agenda between shopping stops today?
Didn’t think so.
That, my friends, is the stuff dreams are made of.
Shopping is SERIOUS BUSINESS. Large amounts of fuel is required. I shamelessly stopped back into Panera for a whole grain bagel with veggie cream cheese to snack on while I headed back home!
Unfortunately, boring grown-up things like laundry and dishes lay in front of my before heading downtown with The Coach later in the evening. When did I grow up…and more importantly….how can I undo it???