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Okay, I can't promise that it will be the very last, but almost the last.

On the menu this morning is a quad venti mocha with a shot of toffee nut. Amazing...wish I'd found this a month ago! The quad is a little much, usually I get a triple, but just needed an extra boost this morning. I'm not even going to look at the nutrition information.

For lunch, I'm planning to take Karen to PF Changs and get my lettuce wraps on...YUMMY.

Looking forward to a relaxing and long weekend. Hope all of you do, as well!

So, only 4 more days until the diet from hell begins, and I'm prepping all the food I want to eat this weekend. I know, I know this is incredibly immature of me, but I can't help wanting to just experience all that lovely stuff I won't be able to eat in large quantities ever again, all that stuff that I probably won't be able to digest again without the need for an emergency room visit, all that yummy, impossibly unhealthy, awesome food I have become addicted to.

So! like a very annoying child, I'm saying to everyone in my life "feed me, feed me, where ya gonna take me to eat?" pretty much every 10 minutes. All weekend long. Be grateful you're just reading this or you'd have to do it too.

In other news, I have a terrible splitting headache and I am really hoping it goes away and fast. It's hard to concentrate on anything, especially teetiny financial data, with your head pounding.

How is it that you get 77 comments from a normal blog post? Or 1100 comments from a (admittedly awesome) contest? Or heck, even 5 comments for a nice picture and a few blurbs about your new baby? And still, racheepoo has nooooooooooooo comments????

Life is not fair. Why can't I be one of the cool kids? I'm all grown up, I'm sure none of you actually knew me as a (geeky, chubby, lil bit too imaginative) child, so what gives? Am I not interesting? Is my life not riveting? Do I need to have a contest to give away D's latest picture or something? It's a masterpiece--blue and red swirls on a white background. Sound interesting?

Egads, the angst of popularity just from doing something I swore no one would read but me.

Our weekend:

And my favorite, from playing around a little bit with Photoshop:

It's kind of late in the day, but hopefully this will be worth it. Mr. A introduced me to stripgenerator, where you create your own comic strips. Here's mine from today: