There is a supernatural force that descends down upon me immediately following a grocery shopping experience. It turns me into a pregnant woman or a 7 year old boy, I’m not which. But as soon as I’m finished putting up all the groceries, I must have a bite of everything I just bought. Tonight I just had: Handful of grapes, 5 chips with a dollop of queso, 3 bites of ice cream, a Clementine, and an apple with a few slices dipped into some brie….all since about 9pm. I opened up at least 6 things, 7 if you also include the bottled tea. I don’t have these craving while in the store, they only strike once all has been stacked, shelved, washed, and organized. Somebody please stop me!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Grazing.
There is a supernatural force that descends down upon me immediately following a grocery shopping experience. It turns me into a pregnant woman or a 7 year old boy, I’m not which. But as soon as I’m finished putting up all the groceries, I must have a bite of everything I just bought. Tonight I just had: Handful of grapes, 5 chips with a dollop of queso, 3 bites of ice cream, a Clementine, and an apple with a few slices dipped into some brie….all since about 9pm. I opened up at least 6 things, 7 if you also include the bottled tea. I don’t have these craving while in the store, they only strike once all has been stacked, shelved, washed, and organized. Somebody please stop me!
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