Last night, I had an extremely vivid dream about cooking and eating cheesy french fries dipped in sour cream. I woke up literally drooling, and not the sleepy kind of drool. It was “put a fucking potato in my mouth NOW” drool.

Tuesday night, I dreamed of mashed potatoes, melted cheddar, and crumbled bacon. Monday night, a POTATO BAR. They  had everything. Scalloped, mashed, baked, fries…

…I think the baby wants some potatoes.