No, I haven't grown boobs and a vadge (though boobs would fun to play with right about now) - I've started loving a Scotch Finger biscuit dunked into a cup of tea.
I hoed into a few of those single serve packs of Arnott's biscuits yesterday at a meeting (seriously, my arse is getting bigger by the second), and ever since, I've had a hankering for mass-produced, American-owned, dry shortbread to soak up my sugary tea.
I even almost bought a pack from Coles at lunch time the craving was that strong.
The next thing you know I'll be sitting down dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon and start being offended by today's "youth" at every opportunity.
Kill me now.