Gary picked up a new habit during my birthday month. It seems he became addicted to buying me food every day.
His diet is Southwestern ranch dip, mushrooms, grape tomatoes, and "lean" BBQ beef chunks from Bandannas. He gets to live vicariously through me by giving me chocolate. Like Chocoholism Syndrome by Proxy.
Or, more likely, like Katie Holmes, who the tabloids complain is emaciated. Supposedly Katie only gets satisfaction from food when she feeds it to others. Gary has read this tabloid. He came home the next night with a Fillet o' fish and fries for me.
The chocolate is the go-to gift, unless something else grabs his fancy. Last Friday the fancy-grabber was a dozen white roses.
I always knew his "Love Language" was giving gifts, just didn't know I needed to work in into his daily schedule.
Ranch dip. Hmm. What is it about ranch dip anyway, that makes it so irresistible? Color, texture, associations with rugged outdoor life?
Posted by: Hattie | September 13, 2011 at 12:13 PM
Hattie - It has buttermilk! That's all you need. They could call it "White dip" and it would still be good.
Posted by: TheQueen | September 13, 2011 at 11:45 PM