What I would give for a latte...

Maybe I can treat myself to a decaf (and I always said there was never a situation in which I would drink decaf over regular).
So last night Stephen and I had a taste for pizza. It's possible that is because I just babysat and had some spending money, or perhaps because I haven't done any serious grocery shopping in a considerable amount of time and there is very little fresh food in the house.  We thought about getting one delivered, but decided on going to Cici's. This turned out to be a great/ awful idea. Cici's was having a customer appreciation day, and we both got buffets and a drink for $10 and change. But we did have to wait in a line (yes, it's still blazing hot at 6:30 every night) that later in the evening, someone actually fainted in. Once we got in, the pizza was hot and delicious, so everything worked out. But this morning, ugh. This morning, I haven't even eaten because I still feel all the pizza mushing around in my stomach. And I have an interview that could possibly lead to my for-the-moment "dream job". But I gotta get myself into fighting shape if I want to go in and get an assistant manager/key holder position at the BCBG outlet! I think this is why I'm longing for a latte- they always were my go-to to get myself into gear before the baby. Old habits die hard. I'm probably just nervous and excited. I've already picked out some good "belly minimizing" outfits and how I'm going to do my hair and all that jazz. I tried on all of my dresses yesterday, and almost all of them still fit.  My face has been pretty tough lately, though- I don't think I've ever been so oily in my life! It's funny to me too how my cravings come and go. The other day I wanted cupcakes SO BAD, so I made a ton, and now half of them are still sitting in the fridge. They are delicious, but Stephen is not looking to put on any weight (the Army makes men so weight-conscious, it's almost funny) from cupcakes, and I am just not as interested. But there have been hard boiled eggs, and apples with almond butter, and cheese cravings, and now I just want my belly to settle down. I'm thinking toast/ a bagel, and some applesauce, and water. Maybe some oatmeal later.

Stephen recently became the assistant to the officers (or some such title) at his brigade headquarters, and yesterday was his first day without the guy who trained him on the job. He occasionally jokingly complains about his "desk job", but every day he comes home and tells me about how he got stuff done and was really well organized, and how people told him he was doing a good job. I'm glad to know that he's not killing himself, and is doing something that he really has the opportunity to be good at. If anything, the only bummer is that he's working with people at least a couple ranks above him, so the relationships have to remain professional. Unfortunately, we probably won't be getting invites to their Christmas parties.