Monday morning at the crack of dawn, the phone rings .
Me: all groggy "Hello"
Some guy: "Mr.Smocha?" (shit, do I sound THAT bad in the morning?)
Me: "Umm, no this is his wife . I think he's in Denmark. Oh wait ,maybe it's Finland."
Cripes ,I can't even keep track of which country my husband is in.
I believe it was that same night that he came home from Helsinki,Finland.
In my own little mind ,I assumed that he would be home for days in a row. I had bought stuff to make myself a big ole pot of smokin' hot curry.
My husband is the biggest "pepper wimp" in the world. So when I realized he was coming home
I made my big pot of curry for me, I also made a pot of roasted balsamic chicken and vegetables for him, AND that awesome blueberry coffee cake.
So hubby gets home ,eats his chicken ,doesn't even touch the cake.
Me: " What happens tomorrow?"
Him: " I have to leave for Spain at 4 A.M. "
Oh, isn't that special? Why can I not remember ANY of this crap??
I have just eaten 'effin curry for the 5th night in a row.
I've begun hallucinating about foods I would love to have. (Besides curry)
Like Mexican food, some Cheetos, sunflower seeds, brownies, bar b q, chicken fried steak with gravy,fried okra, a big ole greasy cheeseburger,some french toast with maple syrup, even a can of Underwood chicken spread with Ritz crackers.
And......I've been eating delicious blueberry coffee cake for 5 nights in a row.
I'm sure hubby is going to have some snarky comment when he sees what's left of that cake.
Only one thing to do, go eat the rest of it before he gets here. :) then hide the evidence.
I simply MUST go out to eat tomorrow. I don't care if it's at Tesco!
Bon appetite ya'll
I have 30 minutes left to finish off that cake!