Sometimes a girl just has to go with her cravings even if she has diabetes.

In this post: Eating Cheetos, going postal.

I’ll probably go to hell for this, but I injected extra insulin for dinner and ate a bag of Cheetos instead of actual food. Try not to get hysterical, but sometimes a girl just has to go with her cravings even if she has diabetes. So where did the Cheetos come from? I ordered them last week on Amazon when Sam was in California, and UPS dropped them off tonight at 6:15. The timing was too perfect to ignore.

Hey, a couple of days ago I meant to post this instructional video from FoodBeast.com but totally forgot. It’s titled “15 Common Food Terms You’re Probably Pronouncing Wrong” and I’m positive most of you will learn a thing or two. I only missed one: bruschetta. Let me know what you think, okay?

I’ve got an appointment tomorrow morning with my kidney specialist at Baylor Hospital in Garland and Sam is going with me because I almost never drive any more. The map below indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters in Mesquite; and B) Baylor Hospital in Garland. My kidney specialist, who’s really nice, exceptionally young and very teeny, has an office in the professional building that’s next door on Clara Barton Drive. Ooh! Maybe we can pick up cheeseburgers on the way home! (It’s just a thought.)

Sam just got home from work and he’s having a hemorrhage because the post office never delivered the mail we had on “vacation hold” while he was out of town. Believe it or not, we always have our mail held when Sam goes away because our mailbox is at the curb in front of the house and I can’t shlep myself down there due to a long list of mobility issues. Anyway, our held mail was supposed to be delivered yesterday and daily delivery restarted, except it didn’t happen. AGAIN. The post office screws this up EVERY SINGLE TIME, and poor Sam is so freaked out right now I might have to drug him.

Maybe he’d like some Cheetos. I’ve got lots and lots of Cheetos.