Good morning, everyone.
Did I just say "morning?" Well, it is... for me anyway. Good evening to everyone else. I hate "good evening." It sounds so pretentious or something, doesn't it? It's not a natural greeting. When you're at work, instead of saying "hello," "good morning!" is a natural alternative. But when someone says "hi" at 7 pm or so, you don't necessarily respond with "good evening!" now, do you? Maybe you would if you were Robin Leach. But not if you're Jodie from the DIS. You could say "good night!" but that means someone is going to bed, which would be inappropriate at work, unless you're one of my managers who is having an affair with one of his employees he takes from job to job, but they're aren't really going to bed.
I once dared Mike to say "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!" to the toll booth collector as he gave him our $1 toll on the NH Turnpike during the month of June. He wouldn't do it because he had left his wallet at home and didn't want the toll booth collector to call it in thinking he was a drunk driver. Note that he did not tell me that his driver's license was sitting at home on our dining room table in New Jersey until we've driven 300 miles and made it at least to New Hampshire.
So, we're talking about dinner, eh? Well, I would hate to disappoint my DIS friends in neglecting to talk about dinner .... so ... Today I came home and since it's Sunday and I had no morning appointments or errands after work this morning, I decided to cook. Fine, I use the term "cooking" loosely. It involved me cooking up some beef and adding Hamburger Helper, but for someone who usually throws some cheese on a wheat tortilla, adds green taco sauce and sour cream, this constitutes cooking. Really, I only did it because Mike tends to like the Hamburger Helper, and I made a box that was more for him than me, Bacon Cheeseburger. I like bacon with a lot of things; cheeseburgers are not one of them. Plus, it's more a Bacon Bit taste. Which you should be able to surmise since it's Hamburger Helper, and not Bacon Cheeseburger a la The Four Seasons.
Soooo, Mike gets up, and I proudly tell him that his Hamburger Helper is packaged up nicely for him in the fridge, and he, who usually can't decide what to have for dinner when he comes home from work, will have a very "nice" and abundant supply of Hamburger Helper. From me, who never cooks and decided to show the love today. Do you know what my dear, darling husband said in response? Do you care? Even if you don't care, I am going to tell you anyway ...
A-hum ...... I WISH YOU WOULD'VE ASKED ME FIRST.
That's right. I wrote it in caps so I wouldn't have to repeat it.
And, do you know WHY this dear, dear man I married said that?
Because he's got 4 days before our next vacation to lose weight.
I didn't write that one in caps, so I'll repeat it. The man is on a 4-day diet before we leave for Kennebunk.
This from the man who usually eats whatever he wants, goes for a long walk the night before vacation and calls it even, doesn't want the Hamburger Helper I made lovingly for him. But now, you see, he feels OBLIGATED to eat it. Didn't I know that last night he just had a chicken and chips and woke up feeling great?! Now, he HAS to eat the Hamburger Helper. I have left him no choice. And aren't I an awful person for leaving him "no choice" and ensuring that he'll wake up feeling like crap in the morning.
What do I know right now anyway? I was just woken up by a recurring dream that I'm lost in a town 10 miles from home, and I was running from a sand shark that was on the grass.
who dare to fly into our house.
)
, didn't think anything could have less "taste" than grits.
my mil used to let grits cool, then slice it down & eat with maple syrup (from VA)
MEN! 
So I say, "Well, we ARE driving out of state, dontcha think it'd be a good idea to have your ID?" uugghh....(we weren't far and turned around to go back and get it)
