In honor of the National Day of Prayer, I offer up a prayer for you all.
Our pasta, who art in a colander, draining be your noodles. Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum, on top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawns. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us some pizza, for thine is the meatball, the onion, and the bay leaves, forever and ever. R’Amen.
(via adventuresinslumberland)
Eye Doctor's Appointment Last Week:
Me: *walks in* Hey.
Doctor: Oh my god are you eating?
Me: Uh, yeah. I had a protein bar on the way here.
Doctor: Is that all you've had today...?
Me: Uh, no. I eat a lot. Just ask my mom...
Doctor: How much do you weigh?
Me: I just got to 100.
Doctor: You're almost 16. That's kind of small, don't you think...?
Me: I know. I've always been little. I'm working on it.
Doctor: Do you have an eating disorder?
Me: No...
Doctor: Oh okay. How are your eyes?
...Legit?
(Source: insecondsflat, via bibliovore)
