Sunday, February 22, 2009

My husband is on a diet.  Being the supporting, loving wife that I am, I'm along for the diet ride too.  If I eat one more piece of chicken, I swear to God I'm going to start clucking and shitting feathers.  If I eat any more salad, I will grow rabbit ears. 
 
I would chew my arm off right now for a Reese's peanut butter cup.  I would. 
 
Blognut

7 comments:

p.huong said...

Make sure to eat some fish too to get your omega-3's

Marinka said...

glad to hear that it's going so well! congrats!

Smores for Breakfast said...

omg, I wish my hub was on a diet. holy crap you should see the shit he just delivered to our apt. and now, IM THE ONE EATING IT ALL.

Comedy Goddess said...

Diets are for losers.

Sorry. I couldn't help myself.

MommyTime said...

Dear Kettle,
It could be worse: you could be pretending to be on a diet so that he (who needs to be on a diet) would go on a moral support diet with you, so that maybe he would get more fit. Now THAT is twisted. Who does that?

Love,
the pot

countrymouse said...

Oh good--glad it's not just me that fantasizes about candy and/or suicide/homicide/spousicide during dieting . . .

Jodi said...

Don't you have a closet? With a shelf? Where you can HIDE CANDY?