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....
TO....
SONIC!
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.
I feel bloated just by reading this... ugh. Hope it was everything you thought it would be!
I do the same thing when Hubs is gone. Try and think of all the things I can eat that he won't. Then I end up wishing I'd had something else. :)
Posted by: sue | July 11, 2007 at 08:47 AM
Your taste buds thank you.
We truly have some trashy food choices in our neighborhood, don't we? And they all taste great.
Posted by: Caroline | July 11, 2007 at 09:40 AM
Ew. Have you noticed the cellulite yet?
Posted by: Ann | July 11, 2007 at 01:13 PM
And how long was it before you threw up?
Posted by: Autumn | July 11, 2007 at 01:36 PM
I do the same thing, food-wise, when my hubby's out of town. I also do a lot of wandering around the house. Mostly because it's kind of cool to be in the house alone. I sing out loud and I don't close the door when I use the bathroom. Fun stuff.
Posted by: KC | July 11, 2007 at 02:29 PM
Ah, rationalization, a unique concept! You're good at it, too!
Posted by: judibleu | July 11, 2007 at 06:45 PM
Sue - It was what I needed at the time. It tasted like Freedom.
Caroline - What's up with the Subway in the Wal-Mart, though? The Sonic should be in there, not a healthy place like Subway.
Ann - (Hi, Ann!) I had not even finshed the Mozzarella sticks before a hive on my leg swelled up and I thought, Cellulite is re-born.
Autumn - Not puking. Colin seems happy.
KC - Yep, I was wondering today if I was going to be able to get back in the habit of closing the bathroom door when Gary comes home.
judibeu - Sonic is close to the gas station and it would have wasted energy if I'd gone anywhere else! How was that?
Posted by: TheQueen | July 11, 2007 at 08:09 PM
Actually, a mere grass divide along the State Highway (within rifle range of my balcony) separates me from the Weldon Spring Clusterf*ck of nouveau-riche-country-club and biker-bar-big-truck-rally.
I suppose it's something that I still have to drive a ways before I hit a Wal-Mart.
Hey, they sell rifles!
Posted by: Friend #3 | July 11, 2007 at 08:35 PM
I am celebrating my first 24 hours of "Stevelessness". Wait. Did I say "celebrating"? Er, I meant "enduring" - I'm enduring my first 24 hours of Stevelessness. But alas, the teenager is still around. Thank goodness for the crockpot. He can help himself when he darn well pleases.
Oh no, I think I hear about three more of them heading through the door. So much for solitude this evening...
Posted by: Connie | July 11, 2007 at 09:03 PM
Friend #3 - Oh, look at you, dissing the novuea-riche and the no-riche at the same time. How...suburban of you?
Connie - Gary said he would be coming back early, and I squealed.
Posted by: TheQueen | July 13, 2007 at 12:43 AM
See? That's what is wrong with this world.
I actually live in Hoosier-country (Indianapolis) and we don't even *have* a Sonic.
Yet they insist on showing me their commercials 24/7. Oh what i wouldn't give for some cheese tater tots...
Posted by: snowy | August 06, 2007 at 11:49 AM
snowy - that is sad. Take comfort that the Sonic food always sounds much better than it actually is.
Posted by: TheQueen | August 06, 2007 at 07:34 PM