Saturday

It is Saturday. I can eat any and everything I want. If I want to turn into a big fat pig. Do I want to do that? Not really, I hear Circe did it to Ulysses’ crew and I doubt it was fun. But I hear orange biscuits and milk calling my name.

Wait. We are out of milk. Must go to store. And hopefully find caramel kisses.

Is this really health and looks? Or about me?