Sometimes, I like to live on the wild side. I put on my Ugg slippers, grab my car keys and jump in the Edge. Then with much sick excitement I drive to the local gas station. Do I buy gas? Nope. Do I get a cheap, drive-thru car wash? Nope.
I buy lunch. One tuna sandwich and a cherry Slurpee. It has to be the most disgusting lunch in the world, but I crave it none the less. Is it risky? You bet your favorite yoga pants it is risky. But I still do it. Why? Because I am just one wild momma.