Woulda Coulda Shoulda » Huuuungry
by Mir
January 12, 2010 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience" , Ottomatic For the People
The fact that I am constantly hungry is my excuse du jour for why I am cranky. I have no OTHER reason to be cranky, really—the children are taking turns being rotten, as I’ve always taught them to do; work is somewhat under control; no one in the house is sick or having a crisis—so it’s only this stupid “getting in shape” and “always being hungry” thing to blame for how grouchy I am.
Make no mistake, I am incredibly grouchy. If someone were to stuff some Godiva chocolate into my whining yap I’m pretty sure it would improve my mood immediately and significantly, but alas, that cannot happen. For one thing, I see no one willing to perform such an altruistic act. I spend the day with the dog and the most SHE’s willing to do is lick me after she’s done licking her butt, so, you know. For another, eating little more than spinach and lean meats and vegetable soup are causing me to lose NO WEIGHT AT ALL, so eating chocolate would surely catapult me into obesity.
So I’m a little tense, is my point.
Otto is generally quite good at sensing and responding to my moods, as any good husband should be. Right now I think he realizes exactly what’s going on with me and my marked lack of chocolate, so when I get a little snappish he’s apt to offer me piece of fruit or some cheese. Sometimes it even works. Other times I just become more obnoxious because I WANT CAKE and I can’t have it and instead it seems prudent to bite off the head of the nearest person.
Poor Otto.
Anyway, like I said, he’s pretty good. I am very fond of him, after all.
But the other day we somehow got into a discussion of whether or not we should fence a section of our yard for the dog. We’ve had this discussion half-a-dozen times since bringing her home; because we have a pool, there’s a fence around it and our deck, but not around the ENTIRE property, nor would such a thing make sense. When we take the dog out, we take her on a leash. Many’s the day when I wish I could just open the door and tell her to come back when she’s done doing her business. Plus, it’d be kind of nice for her to be able to run around out there with the kids without being tethered. So we always get to talking about a fence.
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