This mocking, smug little a**hole will not let me be:
That’s why I ate his smug little grin right off. Bet he’s not feeling so sickeningly sweet anymore…but oh yes, he is…and he’s calling to me. From the fridge. Must go to him. Just one little nibble. Then another. Really, it isn’t too bad – 1000 calories spread over a few days (not including the Reese’s peanut butter eggs or the Easter Cream egg or the creamed eggs and ham breakfast…3 servings). Just one more little bite and I’ll satisfy that craving. Oh, how you mock me Chocolate Easter Bunny!
Time to get back on my Isagenix bandwagon. I felt so good then. Much better than this guy ever made me feel, yet, I keep going back for more. And my self-righteous husband doesn’t help "Well, then why did the Easter Bunny decide to bring you one in the first place?". Hmmm…that smug grin makes him look a lot like my little chocolate nemesis. Maybe their in cahoots?
Anyway, I think I just need to sit down once and for all and devour the whole thing. I may puke but at least it will be done. What do you think? Good strategy or what!
Something amazing happened this weekend. My completely-terrified-of-dogs-beyond-all-reason daughter suddenly likes dogs. As a matter of fact, she LOVED my sister-in-law’s dog April this weekend and did not want to spend a minute without her. I really can not figure out what changed. All summer we were on egg shells holding the dog off, reprimanding both dog and child, stressing over what terrifying incident would come next. Even up until a few days before we left for this weekend she was afraid of the neighbour’s Bernese Mountain dog – a huge but totally mild mannered beauty.
Then, she just decided and this is what we got:
*a quick aside – isn’t it gorgeous?! some of the best skiing we’ve ever had this weekend. but still. come ON. It’s SPRING.
Anyway, whatever her reasons whether it be that being a superhero herself she needed a superdog sidekick or that she was just so desperate for a constant playmate who really knows…and who cares!
The Easter bunny is coming to our house tonight (creative holiday celebrations for creatively split parenting) so I will be you tomorrow. Fortunately with you and Kath as role models, I am starting the dreaded 30 day cleanse with Mr. Husband on Monday so throwing all caution to the wind.
I have a completely terrified of dogs son – good to know it can turn around.
ARRGGG another blizzard today in that georgeous location!!
If your hubby is so smug, maybe you should bite his smug little face off too?