Which means, I want toast (avocado on peasant loaf slices)
And homemade pumpkin bread:
Which means I have to nearly die in my workout classes, so I can still eat it:
But then, it doesn't matter anyway when I go to happy hour and order the seasonal punch (apple whiskey, cinnamon liquer, and I don't remember the rest.)
See you on Wednesday, with less bread and more greens! Ha ha!