Don't tell me I can't . . .

Ever notice that when someone tells you that you can't do or think something, that you then can't help but do or think it anyway? Put me in a Catholic church and tell me to think holy thoughts, and I can promise you that I'll be thinking anything but! I read on someone's blog today that one shouldn't write about what they eat for lunch on their blogs ('cuz it's darn boring!). That's grand advice, except that as I was eating lunch today, all I could think about was blogging my thoughts on consumption. And the author was right -- they were boring thoughts. But I'm going to write about lunch anyway today:

Noodles from TJ's -- needed meat included.
Edamame -- ummm, where's the salt? HATE having edamame without enough salt on them.
Diet Coke -- why, oh why, can't they have Pepsi products downstairs?!

OK, I'll never write about my lunch again. But I won't make any promises about what I'll think about in church . . . :)