There’s enough going on in the world right now.
Laundry. Arizona shootings. A new teenager in the house. Planning a 20th wedding anniversary trip. A big old wad of wax stuck in my ear. Editing my manuscript to present it to overworked editors and agents in NYC at the end of January with the dreams of a book contract. Prayers for more subscribers to my blog and more readers on http://www.Evanston.Patch.com.
But hey, let’s throw in a 21-day-kickstart of all-vegan eating, just to feel TRULY alive.
Hold on, I’ll be right back. Just need to pop another iron supplement so I can lift my hands to type.
Where was I? Oh yes. Avoiding any foods with faces. Right. Yum. Crunch. Slurp. Fart. Fart again.
I’m sorry, who are you?
Did you say we know each other? You’re whose cousin? Oh, sorry. Yes, I was blogging about trying the vegan thing.
It’s not going very well…as clearly demonstrated by the sundry items I salivated over recently while on a trip to Austin, TX.
I sniff them whenever I get a hankering for hot dogs and BLTs. It’s not the same, but every little thing helps.