Envy

I envy people who remember to bring their cameras with them where-ever they go. I envy those people who go out for lunch at a rather trendy healthy cafe and take pictures of what they eat, then come home and blog about it. I envy all of those people who have children and take them to the park or watch them get mauled by the family gerbil or something.

When I go to lunch at a trendy little healthy cafe and sit outside under the dark clouds and feel the cold breeze shred through my sweater and into my skin, and I heartily suck down a huge glass of Iced Chocolate while waiting for the INCREDIBLY DELICIOUS meal of avocado, chicken, cream cheese and cranberries on a thick toasted pita-like-but-not-pita bread (with side salad), I wish that I remembered to bring my camera so I could take a photo of it, and then blog about it later.