Swedish Fish unraveled.

I just had my first Swedish Fish ever yesterday and they are damn addicting. A co-worker had finished half of a bag in a morning, so she asked me to hide them in my desk for her and I was allowed to eat them if I wanted. I did and they were delish. Now, I had to give them back, because the other half of the bag would be gone if I didn't. I will be making a trip to Duane Reade at lunch to get some though. Yummy in my tummy.

Speaking of my addictions, I finally got my invite to ravelry and it makes me really happy and a little concerned. I'm a little obsessed with my new hobby (if you haven't noticed) and I feel bad for subjecting all of you to it. I'm thinking about creating a separate blog for all of my stitching talk and save this for the regular recockulousness that goes on in my life. But I'm warning you, not much else is going on in my life that I feel like sharing with the world.

Oh! Except last night I decided I'm going to make the Boyfriend high five me after sex from now on. TMI? Probably but he deserves it. He knows why (and he knows I'm telling all of you).