I have about 450 preggo friends right now…actually I have 5…but it feels like 450.  I love them and the precious lives that are growing in them…but if I hear one more craving I’m going to explode…literally.  See my preggo friends love to inform me of every craving that enters their preggo minds.  As a result I also start to crave those things.  Only problem is I’M NOT PREGGO!  And while they can afford to eat like that, I can’t.  Yesterday one of those friends decided to email me about how she was craving some little debbie cakes.  Which made me start craving a little debbie brownie.  We spent a good 4 emails talking about nothing but little debbies.  And at the end we concluded that there’s no way Debbie is as little as she claims to be. 

p.s. did you know that they don’t have little debbies everywhere?!  One summer when I went to California with a friend her family that lived out there ripped us a new one when we asked where the little debbies were in the grocery store.  They had no idea what we were talking about and thought that was the most ridiculous name they had ever heard of.  

They don’t know what they’re missing do they:)