March 12th, 2011

Lemongrass Woes.

As I was chopping up the ingredients for my Tom Yum soup this evening, I glanced over at the expiration date for the lemongrass. The date the stalk expires is the date I was supposed to have my baby. I stared at the packaging and made my way to the couch. Looking at those numbers until they ran together and I became cross-eyed.

I don't know how long I was there, but I know I did not cry.