Thursday, December 27, 2012
I just came home from a hardcore Zumba class and Derrell says he is hungry. I have no intentions of cooking and he says he is going to run to McDonalds. I haven't had McDonald's in nearly eight months and I don't necessarily miss it or think about it. HOWEVER, the smell of their fries will make me lose all my morals. Considering that Derrell is my soulmate and biggest supporter, I would have thought he would have eaten his Big Mac and supersized fry downstairs where I would not be tempted. Nope. As I was in the shower I hear him in our bedroom. As I exit the shower, I immediately smell fries. Once the fry smell is in the air, there is no removing it. I expressed to him that it would have been nice of him to have eaten his food somewhere where I wouldn't smell it. Since that didn't happen, I grabbed some Garlic Parmesan Pretzel Crisps and pretended they were McDonald's fries. My stomach knew the truth.