Monday, April 15, 2013
Me: (rushing through the house to go to my tax appt. Yeah, thats me. Wait till the last minute). I'm Hungry, better grab something
ME: Yea! Grab cookies. there are 5 left!
Me: Ok, I will just eat one.
ME: Well take two at least. I mean, you dont know HOW long this might take. You could then make bad choices because you would be so hungry!
Me: True. And I had a good breakfast so I can fit 2 cookies into my day, easy.
(goes to the bag of cookies, takes 2).
ME: You know, you may as well take them all. You know you will never eat just two. You KNOW you will eat the other ones as the day goes by, so just take them now.
Me: No, I only am gonna take 2. I GOTTA GO.
ME: TAKE THE FRIGGIN BAG! YOU KNOW HOW YOU ARE ! YOU CANNOT JUST EAT 2 COOKIES!
Me: (take the bag, grabs file, gets in truck. Eats a cookie. ) Man, I love cookies! I mean, what a genious was the guy who first made cookies! He musta been SOOOO proud and amazed at his miraculous concoction! (eats 2nd cookie, truck is warmed up now, good to go).
ME: See? Dont you feel better now that you dont have to fight about the cookies? Just eat the 5. You can have lunch later.
Me: (stop mid chew). Um. this is stupid. Why CANT I just eat 2? Isnt 2 a good amount of cookie goodness? Does it really have to be ALL?
ME: NO! DO NOT START THAT CRAP! You are weak! You know how you are! You have no control! You are just gonna make yourself feel bad later when you go back and eat the rest.
Me: NO! I'm not doing what you say! (I got out of truck, put the cookie bag on the patio table and drove away). Screw you, I mean ME!
Went to tax appt, got lunch (Turkey burger, no cheese, no mayo, no fries). Came home and put the cookies in the cabinet. They are going with Frank tomorrow in his lunch bag. ALL of them.
ME has been quiet ever since. I think she is mad at Me. Good. I hate that Biotch.