This is Lynda. This blog is about her. Obviously Lynda is older now than she was when this picture was taken. She hates that I show people this picture, and secretly I told her I wouldn't anymore but it's so adorable. How do you not? Crazy! Anyway, those just joining us, Lynda is my wonderful, sweetpiece of perfection pie that met at the supermarket back in September. She works at an airport where she is the plane lander on the tarmack. She is also amazing.

Anyway, this picture is in my possession because she and I were talking about food and it's effects on the human body. Specifically, foods effects on my body. Okay, really, we were out to dinner and couldn't find a place to go and she was like "let's just go to the olive garden". And I didn't want to but she was frustrated and cold and jsut watned to go somewhere close. I had to breakdown and tell her my deep dark secret about the olive garden.

It puts me to sleep. The food at the OG knocks me out. I sleep for like the entire meal. When I was a kid, whenver we would go, I would fall asleep facedown in my food. Without fail, everytime. Last time I went there I was probably 18 and same thing, I was passing out at the table so I went and slept in the car for the rest of the meal. Fuck that place.

She laughed when I revealed my painful past, which, I'll admit, stung my soul gently. I threw on some silent treatment and she felt bad, and to make me feel better, emailed me this picture.

Clearly we're soulmates!