Hi-ho. Friday. Should be giving a woot-woot to celebrate the pending weekend but I can't help but feel like that little girl up there looks. Maybe that is my post-sugarcoma face. I have resigned myself to suffer through the grief that is ahead when little Sassy goes off to the great beyond and because I felt both embarrassed (I can never EVER spell that word right on the first try) and disgusted by my candy and Ben & Jerry consumption, I am moving beyond it and only eating greens for 2 days to make up for it. Not really. I am jonesing for a grilled cheese sandwich like a crack addict. If I didn't happen to have a ten dollar bill in my wallet I might knock over a child with a loose five dollar bill hanging out of their pocket. Oh wait, I don't spend 5 dollar bills. Sonofa! Ok, so apparently when I am coming down off a sugar high and thinking about the fate of being a "former cat owner" I get a little crazy. Whatever. Oh, but speaking of the Ben & Jerry's, when I was carrying my pint of "Chunky Monkey" home the other night (I got re-dressed to go out and buy it) I was thinking about how you really must be hitting rock bottom to consume something that pretty much tells you what you're going to look like after you eat it. A chunky monkey. It sounded kinda cute though. But what if it said, "Big Fat Cow with Wicked Muffin Top" would I have still ate it?! I don't know. I mean, I want to say no way, but I could be fooling myself. But what if we relabeled all the stuff that we want to eat but shouldn't? Like if on my next trip to Sugar Heaven the bin containing sour peaches said "Extremely Costly and Painful Dental Work" instead of "Cyndi's favorite." (and I swear, that is NOT this cindy, it is just a strange coincidence.)? They could label the gummy bear bins "Future Crown") Would I still eat that crap? Again, I want to say no. But sometimes we do totally stupid things in the name of sadness. Yes, we do. This weekend I am going to try cleaning out a storage area and finishing a dress I started. Hope you have a good weekend. (Photo from Pinterest, o rights to image claimed.)
Friday, January 18, 2013
Weekend.
Hi-ho. Friday. Should be giving a woot-woot to celebrate the pending weekend but I can't help but feel like that little girl up there looks. Maybe that is my post-sugarcoma face. I have resigned myself to suffer through the grief that is ahead when little Sassy goes off to the great beyond and because I felt both embarrassed (I can never EVER spell that word right on the first try) and disgusted by my candy and Ben & Jerry consumption, I am moving beyond it and only eating greens for 2 days to make up for it. Not really. I am jonesing for a grilled cheese sandwich like a crack addict. If I didn't happen to have a ten dollar bill in my wallet I might knock over a child with a loose five dollar bill hanging out of their pocket. Oh wait, I don't spend 5 dollar bills. Sonofa! Ok, so apparently when I am coming down off a sugar high and thinking about the fate of being a "former cat owner" I get a little crazy. Whatever. Oh, but speaking of the Ben & Jerry's, when I was carrying my pint of "Chunky Monkey" home the other night (I got re-dressed to go out and buy it) I was thinking about how you really must be hitting rock bottom to consume something that pretty much tells you what you're going to look like after you eat it. A chunky monkey. It sounded kinda cute though. But what if it said, "Big Fat Cow with Wicked Muffin Top" would I have still ate it?! I don't know. I mean, I want to say no way, but I could be fooling myself. But what if we relabeled all the stuff that we want to eat but shouldn't? Like if on my next trip to Sugar Heaven the bin containing sour peaches said "Extremely Costly and Painful Dental Work" instead of "Cyndi's favorite." (and I swear, that is NOT this cindy, it is just a strange coincidence.)? They could label the gummy bear bins "Future Crown") Would I still eat that crap? Again, I want to say no. But sometimes we do totally stupid things in the name of sadness. Yes, we do. This weekend I am going to try cleaning out a storage area and finishing a dress I started. Hope you have a good weekend. (Photo from Pinterest, o rights to image claimed.)
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