Random post now, Real one later.

Gregg went to the grocery store for ice cream yesterday and came home with ground veal. ( and lots of other stuff we really didn't need) Veal my friends in case you forgot is baby cow. I cried a little bit when he told me that , and then he felt REALLY bad. By really bad I mean he offered to throw it away. I told him he didn't have to do that , because really being pregnant just makes me cry about baby animals (and humans) getting hurt.

Today I was feeling much better and told him he could make himself a Veal burger like he wanted to. I told him  if I wasn't morally conflicted about eating a baby i'd want to try some veal. So. Gregg is making a veal burger and I really hate saying this , but it smells insanely delicious. I'm actually pretty jealous that I can't have it. ( I could , but again I'm morally conflicted.)

RIP Chuck Jr.  I hope you are having lots of fun with your cow friends in heaven and I also hope ,for my husbands sake , that you taste delicious. 

P.S. I'm pretty sure only my dad will get the Chuck Jr. "joke".