DOI . . .

I'm such a jerk.

Yesterday at lunchtime, I wasn't very hungry, so I ordered just whole wheat bread, toasted with butter, and a large chicken noodle soup from the local deli.

It wasn't until I opened up the soup cup and ladled out the first spoonful did I realize: I CAN'T EAT PASTA UNTIL EASTER. I peered at the contents of my spoon: a sizable chunk of chicken, a slice of celery, a small hunk of carrot and three big plump chewy homemade noodles. I spent the rest of my lunch maneuvering my spoon around the ubiquitous noodles. Hooch spent her lunch gazing sympathetically at me sipping the broth and vainly searching for the bits of chicken and vegetables.

SIGH SIGH and SIGH.

I'm such a jerk.