I've blog slacked lately.  I've been busy.  I've been busy.  And mostly, I've been uninspired. 

That's the truth.

Sometimes you feel like a blogger, and sometimes you don't. 

Most of the time, I can go about my day and "write" a dozen blog posts in my head.  Now of course, very few of those actually make it from random crazy person thoughts to blog posts.  And very few of those are what I would refer to as particularly "inspired."  But I think most of y'all know what I mean that sometimes, you just wake up with nothing to say. 

And so I've been a smidge on the silent side for a while now.  I so wanted to blog though.  Truly.  I feigned a few lame-o posts.  But for the most part, I've just felt out of things to say.

I've not even been reading as much as I used to.  That's been strange.  I feel like I don't really know what's up with so many of my dear bloggy friends. 

So I am making a concerted effort to come back.  With a bang.  Tomorrow...well it's going to be exciting.  So hang on dear friends.  You don't want to miss tomorrow!

In the mean time, let's discuss my latest bizarre SGB.  (Single Girl Behavior, for those who don't have every Carrie Bradshaw-ism memorized.)

I crave.  Like all day, every day sometimes.  CRAVE.  Mustard.  Spicy brown mustard.  I have always liked mustard and loathed mayo.  But I can't say I have ever wanted to squeeze the bottle into my mouth.  (Which for the record, I have not actually done.  But I've thought about it.  Just keeping things honest around here.) 

All weekend, I googled ice cream makers.  Because I am convinced that making a variety of mustard (and other ingredient) ice creams will be the end all, be all to my summer happiness.  Who does that?

In addition to my very strange mustard cravings, I suddenly have a thing for celery.  Now it's not like I never liked celery.  It's fine.  It's just sort of like one step up from ice berg lettuce to me.  (Don't even get me started on my bewilderment on why anyone would actually buy or eat ice berg lettuce...I have no capacity to understand it's point.  Crunchy water.  Like a melting ice chip.  That's not a vegetable...it's a vessel to consume Ranch dressing.)  But lately, celery just sounds like the best snack ever. 

Which totally makes you think I am on some health kick.  But I usually add peanut butter and that pretty much negates any minor health benefit.  Fear not, dear friends, I have not found my way back to skinny.  Or even less chubby.

So last night, around 11PM, I started craving...wait for it...celery with cream cheese and spicy brown mustard.  Like any semi-sane person, I ignored said craving.  But I could not fall asleep last night.  I'd had an ice coffee in the afternoon.  Always a mistake.  So I was wide awake.  And around 1:30AM, I got up and gave in.  I cut a few pieces of celery, added some cream cheese (I've not had this combo since Easter brunch circa 1985.) and topped it all with spicy brown mustard. 

I stood in the kitchen, at 1:30AM, and gleefully devoured my slightly past midnight snack. 

Most of the time, I very much wish, pray, and yearn for a family.  But every once in a blue moon, I find moments when I acknowledge that this silly, joyful moment could only happen when single.  Only a single girl or a pregnant girl could stand in her pj's in the kitchen in the middle of the night eating such a bizarre snack without any shame.

So I admitted to LOVING celery with cream cheese and mustard.  Your turn.  What's your silly SGB (or former SGB)?