It’s 8:50 p.m. and Henri and I are watching the debate. (President Obama – how nice of you to join us this time!)
Henri is eating his tacos I made him and I am getting taco envy. Honestly, I’m getting any kind of food envy these days. My last carbs for the day are eaten by noon, and my casein protein shake was devoured an hour ago.
Anyway, Henri’s eating his tacos and he loaded them up with cheddar cheese and they smelled overwhelmingly good to me. “I want a taco.”
“You can’t have one, you’re three weeks out. Suck it up, soldier.” He takes an extra big bite. Sometimes I don’t like Henri very much.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to ask Daniel if I can eat something.”
“He’s not going to let you eat a taco!”
“Well, duh, I’m not going to ask him that!” Really, Henri.
“Stop asking him dumb s*** when you know he’s just going to say no,” he laughed, taking a sip of his Pepsi. I want Pepsi…
“Sometimes he surprises me. He let me have ice cream cake, after all.” I’m so hungry I could chew off my arm. I send Daniel a text.
8:52 p.m. Lisa: I’m starving. Can i have a piece of ezekiel toast?
8:53 p.m. Daniel: No
8:53 p.m. Lisa: Damn
8:54 p.m. Henri: Told u
I hate them both.
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