One of the bad things about picture mail (on your cellphone) is that occasionally you’ll get a picture of something mindbendingly delicious but the object of your lust is several hundreds of miles away. For example: my mom sent a picture of a homemade apple pie complete with leaves cut out of dough that she had made.

Now I cannot get the thought of cinnamon coated drizzly apples and warm crust off my brain. One would think she’d know better than to send such an image to her pregnant daughter. Seriously, foodporn mom? Really? I’m already two hairs away from dive bombing the frozen section of the grocery store and rolling away with the frozen desserts section. No need to add a catalyst to the equation.

I have a feeling that tonight at yoga while everyone else is going to be focusing on whatever calm scene comes to mind, I’ll be picturing a slice of apple pie oozing onto a plate. Let’s hope I don’t drool everywhere.

Also, I’ve had some pretty neat developments but they are best accompanied by pictures so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. But don’t hurt yourself in your excitement because it’s not THAT riveting. Just home and gardeney exciting. Until tomorrow.