La Conversation

Today I was a total cliche: reading Proust at a French cafe.

The mushroom and cheese croissant was pretty darned tasty.

And the strawberry cake was just plain delicious. Moist cake, and berries churned into the whipped cream and not just folded into white whipped cream.

Also: okay, okay, I guess I have enough readers now that inside jokes don't translate over the internets. My girlfriends and I talk a lot about how sad it is that women often don't have a positive self image, no matter their size and shape. We admit we have a sometimes overly healthy sense of self-confidence, but it's all in jest. None of us actually walk around in real life saying how hot we are. It's just fun to share an outfit that makes us happy or update each other on our fitness achievements. And it's much easier to post on the blog since I know all ten of my friends will eventually read it and laugh their asses off. Notice the replies to my post weren't "Wow, gee, you really are fantastic." They were more like "Shut up, biatch, you look like you spilled food on yourself." Touche. Very funny, guys. I can take it as well as I dish it.