Yum...

So, I'm supposed to be resting my aforementioned liver, and my husband knows this, and is supportive and all, but we had a small spat this morning and when he picked me up from work this evening, all of this was waiting in the car for me, in a bright red bag with a bow. Maybe my liver actually likes sugar, maybe even needs sugar. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. At least the magazine can't hurt.