Sunday, February 08, 2009

... it's what's for dinner

Yesterday I went into work for what I thought was going to be a nice, short, four-hour-or-so day. I wasn't hungry before I went in, and figured since it was a nice, short, four-hour-or-so day I didn't need to eat to prevent hunger.

Can you see what's coming here?

Yeah. Miscommunication meant I was there for eight hours, not four. By hour six, I had a headache and was feeling a little jittery.

And there were these dog cookies.

I would like to say I mean cookies shaped like dogs.

I don't.

In my defense, it was 100% organic, vegetarian, mostly rolled oats with some apples and coconut, sweetened with honey, brown sugar and with yogurt icing.

Dammit, I ate a dog treat, and if I had to, I'd do it again.

You have to admit it - if this is what stood between you and certain death (or at least certain crankiness) you'd probably give in, too.
it's what's for dinner

It was actually pretty good.

Marriage is love.