Sometimes
I woke up this morning groggy and with that tell-tale ache in my lower back that suggested I would be better off staying in bed all day. Instead, I got up and attempted avoidance therapy. You know, that’s where you don’t look at me and I won’t take your head off and shred your body into little pieces and feed what’s left of you to my dog. Crabby much? Not me!
By this evening, poor IZ took pity on the entire family and instant messaged me as to what exactly I needed from the grocery store for survival. I think he might have been referring to their survival instead of mine, but I shot off a list of the requisite sugar just the same. I just have to say, while I’m hopped up on sugar and confessing, that red wine and chocolate covered donuts make a surprising match. And in the spirit of full disclosure, you should also know I had help eating this stuff. Evidently, IZ suffers from sympathy PMS. Ok, he helped with the donuts. The chocolate pies were all me, baby!
They say confession is good for the soul. The ubiquitous “they” again. I wish “they” would shut the hell up. Uh-oh. Time for more sugar. Sometimes, a girl just needs a donut.
If I don’t blog tomorrow it’s because I’m passed out in bed still in a self-induced sugar coma. Or my family finally put me out of their misery.
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:25 pm
Sympathy PMS is a bitch. I’m just sayin.
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Uh-huh. That’s your story and you’re sticking to it, right? ;) ~W
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:26 pm
I might also add - they say that you give Hallmark when you care to send the very best. I give Hostess.
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Um… we need to chat about your definition of “the very best.” Ok? ~W
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:27 pm
One more thing, there’s way more comfort in a box of donuts than in a crappy card. And it cost less too.
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Oh, my… you’ve had too much sugar. ~W
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:30 pm
Hallmark should come out with a line of donuts. Heck - they should come out with a line of comfort food. They’ve been trying to figure out how to expand their product base… this is the answer! You could have the intro message printed on the inside cover - with the punch line at the bottom of whatever goodies you’ve consumed… Ok, now I’m done for real…
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You don’t leave comments for days and then this. Heh. And you should suggest to them that they consider a partnership with one of the major food distributors. You might end up with free cards and donuts for life.
~W
January 24th, 2007 at 9:14 am
Chocolate will cure anything, won’t it?
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It’s magic like that! ~W
January 24th, 2007 at 6:21 pm
IZ is right … but you can keep a crappy card forever. And it’s a bonus if there is a chocolate fingerprint on it
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I’m pretty sure the fat I consumed yesterday is going to be with me forever, too!
~W
January 24th, 2007 at 7:41 pm
I think it’s catching… drifting down the hill. Must have donuts… must have donuts… must have donuts.
Funny thing… DS and I were going to go to Danish Maid this morning before school to have a donut. Needless to say, we ran late.
Hope you’re feeling better soon!
Added in… goofy things are happening when I try to post my comment. I think evidently is catching it too!
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Oh, my comment box is calling you a cowboy, isn’t it? Sadly, that’s not my site, but Wordpress issues. It happens from time to time.
~W
January 24th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
I like donuts as a base for ice cream myself.
I ate a whole bag of chocolate covered pretzels for breakfast.
I swear.. it helps.
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Yummy! I’ve had those mornings. It does help. I mean, it’s not like we’re sneaking baily’s into our coffee or slugging vodka with our OJ… right? ~W
January 24th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
I say–WHATEVER WORKS! I have needed some of that sugar therapy and it’s added about five pounds to my gut. Depressing.
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It’s safer than retail therapy in the long run.
~W