“i shouldn’t have this. it’s just too much! i’m not this kind of person. i don’t deserve this”words spoken by me in the late afternoon of our unintentionally decadent easter sunday.  the evening before, we had opera plans which start at the awkward seven o’clock hour… too early to go to a big dinner, but dining afterwards would be too late. i wasn’t hungry anyway, so we popped into a fast-food imbiss-style wok grill down the street. as we were enjoying our thai noodles and coconut soup, “fancy” by iggy azalea begins to play and i just cracked up– we’re sitting here all dressed up for the opera eating fast…