pizze, octomom and bread

it's date night - we're going to our italian restaurant next to a big fake lake in Rancho Santa Margarita (city names with so many syllables in them should be ILLEGAL, i don't care how pertiful that fake lake is, i cannot/will not live in a city with an eight syllable name:)

so far i have eaten nothing but 3 gummivites and a 70 calorie yogurt (i scraped every last smidget of yogurt from the lid:) and i walked five miles in the horrific California sunshine. the pizza, oops they call it "pizze" (eye roll) in RSM is that good :) indeed, their only flaw (besides horrible spelling) is that they call extra virgin olive oil "EVOO" which really really really upsets my sensibilities :|

Octomom is having a garage sale tomorrow!!! i REALLY REALLY want to go. Aaron says it will be a circus (his point being.....?) she is selling an autographed pair of maternity panties (awww man, i hate that word) and a bikini..... why would anyone NOT want to go is my question!!

instead we are going to pick apples :|

since i saw the picture below, i can't stop thinking about this bread. because i love bread. and i adore butter - whole sticks of it at a time. but this combination, broiled to smithereens... I HAVE TO HAVE THIS!!! i really need to not look at the Pioneer Woman's website on the first day for SIX WHOLE WEEKS that the scales actually moved in a downward direction :| surely there can't be that many calories in an entire stick of butter......?