I'm an addict

I suck. I already missed a day in the first week. Oh well, I'll post two today.

Yesterday was a great day! Church was great. Then I got to have lunch with Meghan and her new beau, Wes. They're so much fun! Kevin and I had a great afternoon and then went to a Bible Study.

Afterwards we went to get dinner and that's when the intervention happened. As we were looking for some restaurant I spied to glorious red lights of my addiction - no it's not prostitution --get your mind out of the gutter. Seriously people.

It's really hard to admit this, but I'm am slowly coming to terms that I am addicted to...Boston Market. I know many people think it's gross and to be honest I'm not addicted to their rotisserie meats. It's their side dishes. I love them! I NEED them!!

It's probably better for us to have moved away from Tallahassee. There I worked and lived within a mile of Boston Market. Now I have to traverse the scary traffic of DC and drive a few miles to get the good stuff.

Do they have a BMAA? (HA! That could also mean people who are addicted to pooping!)