Tonight, I'm kind of wishing there were someone you could call, like Domino's Pizza, but instead of getting the Meat Lover's with green olives, you could put in a call for a pan of hot brownies, half with nuts for my husband, half without for me, and a pint of Hagen-Dazs Coffee ice cream.
I'm craving sweets, and I know it's because I had a tough day at the office.
Seems like no matter how much good I do (and believe me, I'm not worthless by a long shot), there's always something unexpected that I haven't gotten to, or forgot about that comes back to bite me in the buttocks. So...there I sit, ass-bitten and feeling sorry for myself.
As previously mentioned, I am trying to get organized, but you can't undo in a week what took a lifetime to create.
And the fact that I'm a charming, articulate, people person only goes so far. Trust me on this.
So I'm craving a cake to help me celebrate my pity party.
And there is nothing even remotely sweet in this house. Curses!
Sure, I could go out and pick up something - maybe a little trip to Sonic, but get real - I have to go back to my doctor for a cholesterol and glucose screening on the 21st.
What it comes down to is this - I know I'm not an idiot. I just need to prove it.
But, man, I really, really want a brownie and ice cream. It's that specific of a craving.
How was camping?