I missed my morning walk today so I went out at sunset instead. Boy, am I glad. There was a thunderstorm coming in and with it came rainbows and lightening and clouds so dynamic they went on for miles and miles into the atmosphere. There is nothing like the smell of fresh rain on dry dusty roads and tropical humidity and ozone… it was amazing.

Maybe I didn’t inhale enough dust the last time around. I thought we were done with garage sales. It’s a lot of work and somehow we usually end up with more junk than we started with. I guess I just have amnesia because when I got pregnant (and decided to purge a zillion things from my small house to make room for a baby) a garage sale seemed like a swell idea.

So this weekend we had another garage sale at my mom’s. My nieces helped. They made $22 selling lemonade and brownies all by themselves! Not too shabby.

They are evil at work. They bring in pastries and set them on the desk directly across from mine. All day long I stare at those pastries and have a fight between my brain and my sweet tooth.

Sweet Tooth: Look! Free food!

Brain: Free food is fattening.

Sweet Tooth: Yes, but look at that yummy pink strawberry stuff on top.

Brain. We are watching our weight, remember?!! You didn’t eat that measured out cup of disgusting sugar free cereal this morning for nothing.

Sweet Tooth: But it’s ooey and gooey and it tastes just like strawberry pie filling! Your favorite!

Brain: Nothing tastes as good as jeans that fit, feel.

Sweet Tooth: Jeans schmeans! Who cares about jeans. Don’t be so vain. You’re pregnant! You can diet like Kate Hudson later.

Brain: Yeah, right. Kate Hudson, my ass.

Sweet Tooth: But look at the yummy crusty edges with buttery frosting! mmmmmmm……….

Brain: La la la la la. I’m not listening!

Sweet Tooth: Well, they’re going to get stale just sitting there.

Of course my sweet tooth won. I hate my sweet tooth.