It's about 9pm on a Wednesday night, and I just ate a big heaping spoon of cookie dough. You know, the one we're all warned about, the RAW kind. And I happily enjoyed every. last. bite. No, thoughts of Salmonella did NOT run through my head, although if it were one of my kids, it would have been going through at almost freight train speed.
Cookie dough isn't normally a staple in my house. It was purchased today on a whim. Mostly a hormonal induced whim, because those lovely people at my grocery store just happened to place this giant tub of Toll House Cookie dough in the most convenient of places. Right next to the milk, which was, of course, the only thing I was in the store for. That turned into, "Oh yeah, we need cheese" Which lead to lunch meat, half and half, I've got to order that cake for a co-worker's going away party Friday and oh my, that tiramisu torte looks wonderful, and that's DD's favorite, I should get it, she has a meet tomorrow...Oh yeah, she has a meet tomorrow, I should get her that Gatorade stuff she's been asking about. And then my strict grocery budget went right out the window as four bags of groceries later, and my wallet with sixty dollars less, I left the store. I probably should have just let my DH pick up some milk on his way home, if he wasn't hungry, we could have gotten out only spending five dollars...but his willpower, most of the time, is worse than mine. Even when I'm reduced to a raging, hormonal, sugar craving mess.
My DH has gotten worlds better about money, but he still has weak moments in the grocery store and one specific tool store. I normally don't really ask for much, and when I do, he does whatever it takes to get it for me. Except when it comes to tickets to a sporting event I've waited twenty years to go to. Then he becomes Mr Fiscally Conservative. "You want to spend WHAT?! on two tickets to a COLLEGE game?!" Yes, I admit, it was probably excessive what I spent, no, it was totally NOT in the budget, not even close, but up until a week before the game, I didn't think I was going to be able to go due to a scheduling conflict. There was a very special little boy's 1st birthday, and you could have given me tickets on the BENCH of the team that I've loved my whole life and I would not have taken them. I might have cried a fair bit, but Little Mr C is far more important to me. Anyways, about the second quarter of the game with my phenomenal seats and my DD sitting right next to me, I'm grumbling that I can't believe I spent all that money when my team is down there looking like a Junior Varsity High School team. Seriously. So I start yelling, and I literally yelled at one point "I did not spend twenty years waiting to see you guys play for you guys to play like CRAP!" and then sat down in a huff. The second half started and again, they were playing like garbage, so I kept yelling, and all of a sudden, there was a light bulb that lit up or something. They came back and started playing like the team they are supposed to be, sort of. So I kept yelling, ignoring that funny feeling in your throat that tells you, ok, it's time to stop now, I've had enough. I kept yelling up until the last One minute, even getting into a shouting match with an opposing fan on a blown call. As we were leaving, I tried to start talking and it just wasn't happening. My DD understood, I think she was hysterically laughing on the inside, and followed me through the masses back to our car, even through the extra field trip of getting lost. When we were sitting in traffic leaving the stadium, one of our favorite singers came on, I couldn't help it, I started (trying) to sing. Normally I can't carry a tune in a paper bag, and this was just SO bad, we both dissolved into a fit of giggles, and I just kept going, and I think we laughed half of the way home. It is now Wednesday night, a full four nights after the game, and I still do not have my speaking voice back. My dogs pretend not to hear me, people I speak with on the phone think I'm dying of the plague, and my Boss hasn't said a word about it. I'm hoping I sound human again by Monday.
