Can't eat one. more. piece. of. melba. toast.
Must eat one. more. piece. of. melba. toast.
Why, oh, why did I open all of those boxes of melba toast, eat three crackers, and then leave five flavours of melba toast for consumption pre-Pesach?
It's a carb fest at our house. It's eat-it-or-toss-it time. You know, the chamatz cleaning and all. And I'm going the "eating it" route.
It has made me think about choices I make that create more work for myself in the future. Just a thought for a future post...
Tomorrow, I will not have the Friday Blog Roundup because the divine Ms. Bea over at Infertile Fantasies will be rounding up all of the infertility-and-loss-themed films that people have been creating over the past few months for the International Infertility Film Festival (and unlike our American House of Pancakes, this film festival is truly international with bloggers spanning from the States to Australia). Our entry will be up on the blog tomorrow morning due to Pesach stress and travel. And between Friday and Saturday, bloggers around the world will be posting their films (hence the scattering of posting times).
If I had been more clever, I would have made the subject of our film Aunt Flo instead of Aunt Jane.
But since I didn't consider this idea until this morning and there is pretty much no way I could convince my film editor...um...husband...Josh...to redo the entire film to make every reference to Aunt Jane become Aunt Flo... Well, we'll just have to leave it as Melissa-is-not-that-quick-on-the-uptake and hopefully I'll go with the obvious in the future.
Looking forward to seeing everyone's movie tomorrow. Luckily, it's still a few days before Pesach so I can pop some popcorn. Sneak a diet coke into the living room (where we've barred all outside concessions). Three cheers for Bea!