Chick Fil A Baby

I mean seriously. Two people, yes TWO people have asked in the last 2 weeks if I was pregnant. Nothing against pregnant woman, but I don't think they were insinuating I had a beautiful glow about me. I think it's the Chick Fil A baby. My co-worker graciously took me to Chick Fil A for the first time. It was glorious. From the people taking my order calling me "Miss Casey", to the lady walking around asking if I wanted a "top off" for my Sprite, it was all around an amazing experience. Even the children in the germ infested play area didn't bother me. The buttery toasted bun and exquisitely fried piece of all white chicken with a single pickle on the bottom were nothing short of perfection. (Thank you for contributing to my obesity, oh Chick Fil A).

Anyways, that's not the point. The point is that I look pregnant. Was it truly the Chick Fil A baby? Or might it have been the pizza I got from a left over meeting (I wasn't invited to) in the cafe which I am now hoarding at my desk for lunch 2*? Or could it just be the fact that the last time I ran it was toward the Jimmy Johns delivery guy down the alley of my apartment because I thought I saw him driving away. It's time for fat free cheese. Does that exist? I'm fairly certain that the $65 worth of cheese I spent at Better Cheddar was not fat free. I am hoarding that as well.

Listen up people, just because I am holding a piece of cold pizza I'm about to devour in a National Geographic kind of way whilst about to pass out from how full I am does NOT give you the right to ask if I have a child inside of me. Moral of the story, no I'm not pregnant, I just really love cheese.

*lunch 2 - the second lunch. typically had around 3...after lunch 1, before dinner 1.