It was sadly an actual ride for him on the hood of my car when I drove out of the market parking lot in a Pepperidge Farm Milano frenzy. But at the hospital, I was sure I heard him moan that he loves my blogs. Or needed a blue log. Oh, morphine!

I so enjoy the grocery store. It's one of the places that I feel at peace. Everything is organized and I love to hang out in the produce section. Rows of fresh, yummy goodness from Mother Earth, and the lettuce sprinklers are a fast and free shower. Until the security guard makes you mop up. Take a chiller, Barney Miller. Ever hear of recycling?

A lot of people ask me what is in my diet, so here you go. I usually like to stock up on Guru goodies like dried fruit, essence of jojoba, and organic wheat grass. That stuff is like liquid green dynamite, but my beard has never looked better! And no dairy. I have nothing against it, espescially cheese, but it's almost swim suit season, and that stuff goes straight from my lips to my hips. If I'm going to look fat, it will be on the aforementioned Milano cookies.

Speaking of which, I'm down to my last six bags. Back to the store, but this time i think I'll listen take the bus. Speak soon. Slipping into cookie comaaaaaaaaa

Mariska Hargitay.

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