The hubby is out of town. So it’s time to get crazy. Tonight, I pulled out all the stops. After the kiddos were in bed, and I was all alone in the house, I did the one thing I can only do when Adam is out of town. Oh yeah. You know it! I watched a chick flick and ate kale. Yep, your read that right: kale. Oh, I love kale.
WE’RE GETTING WILD HERE, FOLKS! This might be too much for some of you to handle. If you need to look away, I understand. Tomorrow night we may go even bigger. Tomorrow night, I’m thinking… eggplant!
My man goes away and suddenly the house goes veggie. (If you’ve ever wondered what Camp Carnivore is a reaction to, this would be it.) All those yummy foods at which everyone turns up a nose are coming out.
Let’s talk about the chick flick for a minute. First of all, why does NO ONE look both ways before crossing a street! I kept thinking this movie was going to end up with someone dead, because people get out cabs, run off crying from men, come home late drunk and they all plow across streets and no one EVER looks both ways. If those people were my kids, I would have smacked them silly by now and told them they aren’t allowed to leave the house again until they are 32 and know how to properly cross a street.
And second of all, why were all the love choices in this movie total d-bags? Everyone should have ended up single. And what is with that actor who looks exactly like Tom Cruise. It’s distracting and he should do something about it.
What? What’s that you say? I’m merely sitting here typing a blog entry to keep from doing Nanowrimo, for which I am approximately 3,000 words behind? Eh, bite me people. I’m going to have some more kale. Yes, you wish you were me. Get over it.
you watched Montana Sky without me?!?