I Am Toast

When you are pregnant, your husband is like a one-handled faucet. You’re either turned on by him or turned off; there is no in-between. Well, all this got me thinking…well, about…toast. I think it’s a random pregnant psychosomatic disorder that makes all things relate back to food. Don’t believe me?

What’s the first word you think of when you see these words: love, pig, snow, picture? Me? Chocolate, bacon, ice cream… forget the list, I’m already standing in front of the open fridge. Yes, given the circumstances, I am thinking about toast. And I think it all started with this...