The following conversation happened on my way home today.
Brain: Great! We have time to stop home, take the second prilosec and eat something before class.
Esophogeal Sphincter: Oatmeal.
Brain: We’re out of oatmeal. We’ll get some tomorrow.
ES: Oatmeal.
Brain: There isn’t time to stop at the Health Concern, or even Shoppers, and Super Fresh is way too expensive.
ES: Oatmeal.
Brain: How about an apple?
ES: How much do you want to sleep tonight?
Brain: Apples are good for us. We miss apples.
ES: Look! Super Fresh is right there! Oatmeal!
Brain: Fine, but do you promise to behave? All through class? No gnawing feelings, no stabby pains, no crazy pooping?
ES: The pooping really isn’t my department, but sure. I’ll see what I can do.
Brain: Look at this! I don’t have my Super Fresh card so this container of oatmeal is whole dollar more that it would be at Shoppers, and even more than that if you could have waited for me to go buy it in bulk.
ES: OATMEAL.
Brain: Are you happy now? You realize we almost ran over that retarded couple on the way out.
ES: Sandwich.
heh heh. yeah, that’s pretty much what it’s like. i requested chinese food the other night and as soon as steve was out the door to pick it up, i really didn’t want it anymore. this wouldn’t have been so bad except it was his birthday. so i made him get me dinner on his birthday and then refused to eat it when he got back. oh, the guilt…
i guess i’m behind on your blog. sorry about your sphincter (teehee).
also, your livefeed refers to me as Durham, NC which i find offensive.
Yes, but you got him a FETUS for Christmas, which totally trumps any aggravation from ill-fated errands. (Although, now there is pretty much no way you can ever top that present, unless one year you get him two fetuses.)
On behalf of livefeed, my apologies.