The purpose of this post today is to tell you to head over to Marinka’s blog and read something I wrote over there. Only I sort of hate it when people do this bait ‘n switch thing, so I’m going to give you a quick story before you click away. Ahem.
My husband of 50+ years has recently decided to go on a new “eating regimen.” (Not to be confused with a diet. Eating. Regimen.) The reason being something about maintaining his road cycling physique this winter and having to compensate… calories… training…oh, who the hell knows. All I know is I heard a whooshing sound in my ears and hit my head on the fireplace after he said “no more gravy.”
Anyway, his new food needs have now taken over our pantry and refrigerator and he’s generously offered to cook our family dinners. Which would be a great thing if he were eating normal people meals, but this is what we get instead:
Husband: Dinner’s ready!
Boys: What are we having?
Husband: Steamed spinach and beans!
Me: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, AM I BEING PUNISHED? IS THIS BECAUSE I VOTED FOR DUKAKIS?
After three weeks of this, my dedicated, strong will-powered husband looks amazing. And for reasons I’m not prepared to go into here, I look like I’ve been cheating on him with a gallon drum of peanut butter pretzels and spoonfuls of contraband Nutella.
Like they say, marriage is all yin and yang, baby.
Now click on over to MotherhoodinNYC and find out why I’m to blame for Marinka facing trafficking charges in Juarez. (Well, allegedly.)