The last few days I have been pondering one of the deeper questions in life. Just how bad does your day have to get for comfort food to be justified? And I am not talking about meatloaf or fried chicken, which I suppose have some nutritional value. I am talking the real comfort food like:
*Hot tea and crispy slices of buttered toast
*Dr. Pepper/lime with chips and salsa
*choc. chip cookies and ice cold 2% milk
Any of those options sound good to me right now!! If I had half a brain I would probably go exercise, but where is the fun in that?!
Besides, I can't work out because I "injured" myself on the ice getting out of my car in a parking lot and I am still so sore you would think I had run a marathon. It was totally unexpected, which I suppose most of these accidents actually are by definition. With my arms outstretched and flailing I collided with a suburban parked next to me. Keys in one hand and purse in the other! And there was someone in the car!!!!!!! So I swallowed my pride and tapped on the window to apoligize. (Note: I hadn't just bumped against this car, I slammed into it with all I had.) The guy rolled his window down 1/4 of an inch and looked at me like I was a loon! When I apoligized and explained I wasn't really attacking his nice, shiny vehicle but had slipped on the ice, I assumed I would get a "no problem" type statement. In fact, I might get a "are you ok" type statement to which I would reply that I was just fine and all would be well. What I got was the tiniest of nods and a window shut immediately on me. It literally added insult to injury! Was that a bad enough day?
Or perhaps it is the kind of day when, on the drive home after you have just learned a friend is moving out of the country, you find your dog in the middle of the road. Don't worry, Truck was fine. He had just run away...again...and so I popped him in the car and shut the door. As if on cue, he promptly began to "toss his cookies". He had apparently been playing trashman in our neighbors yard. Their trash was his treasure, and now it was on the floor of my car!! ICK!!! Was that a bad enough day?
Well, I am off to get a cup of tea. And things can only get better from here!!
4 comments:
I'm thinking you need to get out the chocolate cake and maybe some ice cream. So sorry about Truck. Irie did that in the car once - all over my mother. Evidently she had been licking the fat off the smoker in the backyard. We couldn't eat barbecue for at least a month after that!
EWWW sounds like a triple fudge brownie and vanilla icecream kind of day!
Yikes! If you had been in Texas I'm sure the person would have immediately popped out of their car to make sure you were ok and escort you to your own car in safety. Don't you love Texans?
Just for the record, I believe that God created some foods strictly for their comfort value. When you are sipping a hot cup of tea and that perfectly crispy, buttery toast you can give glory to the Lord who provided those things for you! I'm convinced the heavenly banquet table is not full of carrots and lettuce!!
Blue Skies, it is a fact that once you go south of St. Louis the general population are way friendlier. We have experienced it over and over as we travel back and forth. And just for the record, I think you are right about heaven!!
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