I went to lunch on Saturday and the waitress asked me if I wanted her to "Cheese down my lasagna." There are two things very wrong with this and they are 1) Cheese is not a verb and 2) CHEESE IS NOT A VERB.
When you've been married for almost 10 years you know that when your husband asks you to be on top so he can watch you what he really means is he's feeling lazy and his belly's full of chips and salsa.
I ask, "What are your favorite foods?" He says, "I like cauliflower and broccoli. Yum!" I ask, "Then what are your least favorite foods?" With a scrunched up, icky look on his face, he replies, "Vegetables."
Dear fiber one bars, I love you. You are delicious but I am seeing a problem when eating you these days. The feeling of having my intestines trying to come out my nose is causing a wee bit of a problem. Not to mention bubbles. Yes, bubbles. That's as much as I am willing to say for now. I'm not breaking up with you completely, I just won't be seeing you everyday. I hope you understand.
For the better part of a day, I've been craving an apple. Not just any apple–a big red macintosh apple cut up into pieces for me to devour in an easy manner. I thought this was because the secretary that sits outside of my office had an apple. I wondered how an apple so small could create such a big fragrance that would have me, sitting in my office, drooling over its delicious scent. Then I remembered...I put an air freshener in here today...The scent? Macintosh Apple. Sometimes it takes me awhile to be as clever as the average bear.
I bought some new barbecue sauce the other day. Other people have exciting lives where they take expensive vacations to faraway lands and swim with dolphins and meet millionaire movie stars... I get excited by spending a quiet evening at home, trying new kinds of barbecue sauce. What can I say. It's cheaper than plane tickets.
No matter how much you might be craving ice cream, you should not have any when it's 13 degrees outside (with a wind chill of 2 degrees above zero). You will only be left shivering and muttering incoherent fantasies about bathing in hot chocolate with marshmallows.
These days it feels like I now have the ability to gain weight by osmosis. I have to run down the cake aisle in the supermarket for fear of having my cells expand just by breathing in too deeply near the chocolate muffins.
Good thing I never got one of those talking scales from the Sharper Image catalog...Because if I did, mine would be saying, "Girlfriend, what? Did you think you could make a batch of triple layer cookie bars for the kids over the weekend, eat half the pan, and NOT gain a pound?"
I have cut back on spending. Did I give up my cleaners or gym membership? No, I am not ready to be that much of a grown up yet. But I am trying to feed us out of our pantry rather than going food shopping. Sounds reasonable, until you take a peek at the contents of the pantry. It is chock-full of things that seemed "interesting." Apparently, I only go shopping when I am hungry, or feeling creative. So we have lots of candy and condiments I can't pronounce from places I cannot find on a map. Well that stuff, and the things in the back...Last night I fed my husband something from "the back" beef tossed in expired teriyaki and udon noodles with frozen veggies that may or may not have been used as an ice pack. We did not die - so it is back to the pantry shopping next week.
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