Turns out the majority of my weekend was spent consuming, cooking, craving and photographing food. I didn't even get a chance to take photos of the sushi I ordered Friday night because I was too busy scarfing it down to the soundtrack of a Parks & Rec marathon. Also, the lady who packed up my sushi to go (very meticulously, I might add) included three sets of silverware. Three spoons, three forks and three pairs of chopsticks. She clearly thought I had ordered far too much food for one little girl, but guess what, lady? I ran a TRAIN on that sushi. There was a picnic involved on Saturday (which was my half birthday btdubz), banana bread baking, fried chicken and waffles and finally a paleo-approved chicken stir fry with baked kale chips. Seriously, you guys, except for one gym sesh and throwing together this little baby collage on my wall, that was my entire weekend. I didn't even watch the Super Bowl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a book to read and more antisocial behaviors to partake in.