This is the second day Gary's been out of town, and the first day I celebrated my freedom. I came home, just like the night before, ready to wait out another night of Garylessness.
At about eight I thought, "I could eat dinner." (pause) "I could eat anything I WANT for dinner." Then I began to consider what I might want. There's the Saint Louis Bread Company (Panera to the rest of you), where they have salads.
Then, I thought, "What I really want is Kentucky Fried Chicken."
Then, "No, there's no reason to do that. I don't need dinner. I have food here. For example, I have a fourth of a container of Lite French Onion Dip. Of course, I have nothing to dip in it. I'll just stay in ... OR I COULD go get gas. That would be smart. And responsible. Then I wouldn't be as late to work. And I could get Long John Silver's with the hush puppies, because Gary the Food Nazi is not here to say no."
Then I thought, "No, that's silly." And I read the comments on my blog, including the one from Friend #3 on A Big Thank You to My Neighbors, in which she says my part of town is populated by 'Hoosiers'."
And why live in Hoosierville if you can't taste the delights of Hoosierville. I promptly went to the Wal-mart where I bought batteries (just in case), to the gas station where I got gas and chips (for the dip)
... and then....
Where I got chili cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, and a corn dog -- because otherwise I would just be getting side dishes ,and without an entree that seems very unhealthy.
Hence, the title of this post.