I want everything I shouldn't have. I want everything Jimi shouldn't have, especially. Sugar, pasta, red sauce, cheese (LOTS of cheese!), cookies, ice cream, sugar, garlic bread...all of it. At the same time.
Instead I'm going to have cereal or a spinach salad, depending on how ambitious I'm feeling when I finally decide I'm hungry enough to go forage in the kitchen for food.
Lazy and fat, that's what I am. But, to my credit, I have 3 boxes of Girl Scout cookies hidden away in the pantry - I left them there this weekend because it wasn't until after I got them home that I remembered Jimi can't have them and that Jimi loves them and that it would be cruel of me to eat them in front of him. So I hid them away, deciding that I'd delve in when he was out doing something without me. The thing is, we don't really do anything apart, so the cookies are still hidden in the pantry. I think I dreamed about them last night.
I need to put in some overtime at work and I'm dreading it and putting it off and not doing it and that sure as hell isn't getting it done, so it's all still just sitting there, looking at me. I think this is the week - to clear my desk would be so awesome.
I don't have anything fun to talk about...life is happy and boring, just the way I like it.
Maybe tomorrow. Till then...