Carbs Get Behind Me

"You know you want me," whispered the soft, fresh loaf of sourdough bread.

When the bread starts talking dirty to me, I step up my salad, and scream "get behind me, Carbs!"

It's like they say, "out of sight out of mind." But it's hard to practice when I'm making delicious sandwiches for the family morning, noon and night.

Okay, not sandwiches at night. But there is always some sort of carb, whether it be bread, tortilla, pasta or rice, flaunting it's hot body around here.

It's like watching pube free porn and never having sex..................