I came home from the gym this evening even later than usual, and while I had an idea in my head of making supper, when I hit the door, I was overcome with The Hungrys and ended up eating random things and deciding to call it a meal.

So I had a some vanilla yogurt, the rest of a bag of trail mix (which was not a lot, btw -- maybe 1/3c?), a ho-ho, and some almonds.  Later, I had a cup of coffee and another ho-ho.

I had a really good, healthy lunch, so... not a total culinary disaster of a day.  Still, I guess I've learned my lesson about how long I can put off supper before I just melt down in the kitchen.  Eight o'clock is Too Late.

Poor marimarguerite was on her way here for the weekend when an Evil Pothole stopped her cold on the highway. She's fine but the car needs a new tire and maybe a new rim, so she turned for home.

So no shopping, no relaxed luncheon at Noodles & Co., no hanging-out with my friend.  :(

Stupid mean old pothole.