If I didn't know it was impossible...

I'd think I was pregnant. Don't you even laugh at me. I'm serious. And this is why: this afternoon I was vacuuming my room and watching How I Met Your Mother (the perfect combination in my humble opinion) in preparation for a movie night with my cute friend Robyn. I was mostly focused on the whole vacuuming thing, but I looked up just as Lily was eating a pretzel. That's when it hit me: an absolutely insatiable desire, no, not desire, NEED for a pretzel. I was pretty sure that I was going to go completely batty if I didn't get a nice salty, crunchy pretzel in my mouth stat. Let me put this into better perspective for you: if Zachary Levi had shown up on my front step wearing a baseball cap, I still would have passed him over for the pretzel. Unless he was holding a bag of pretzels. Then all would have been good. (Insert swoony face here). Anyway, back to my story. Of course, I didn't have any in my house. There's practically no food in my house right now, especially because my refrigerator broke last weekend (another story for another post). Also, I don't usually get insatiable desires for pretzels, of all things. I won't lie to you. I don't think that I've purchased a bag of pretzels...ever. We always had them in the pantry growing up, but as an adult, they're not the first thing I reach for. Do you see my confusion? Praise the heavens, there is a Smith's not 20 seconds from my house. One little trip across the street was all it took for me to obtain my greatest desire. I proceeded to munch on pretzels instead of eating dinner (don't judge. I'm a grown up. I can do that).

Should this concern me?