I Don't Usually Eat This Often

I met my arch-nemesis frienemy, Megan, for lunch today. We don't like each other (she's totally jealous of me [and I of her]), but our kids are a mere three weeks apart, and Jeffrey just happens to be very close friends with her fiance. Talk about fate (or bad karma?) throwing two overly-competitive Mommies together (my kid so totally won this round, twat). There was no blood-shed, just a really messy floor for the waitress to clean up. When Jeffrey gets home, we're going to Kendra and Marcus's for dinner, and the impending dinner date combined with a full lunch has me thinking about just how often I usually eat. Most days, I'm pretty sure it's just once, unless you count a pot of coffee as a solid breakfast. Besides soggy bites of half-digested grilled cheese from Babe's hands, I usually only have the opportunity to feed myself after 7pm.

You don't think I'm gonna get fat now, right? Right??