Dinner

Everyone LOVES a sleeping monkey. There’s nothing sweeter, quieter or more peaceful. Best of all, monkeys DON’T EAT when they’re sleeping.

Don’t EAT when they’re sleeping? Huh? So? That’s right. That cheaty little rascal has been sucking the life out of meboooobies today. He’s been going for, like, hours, and with, like, one hour of non-eating or fussing in between. I know, I know. Growth spurt. But, DUDE, I’m exhausted. And, I’m boiling hot right now…. But, he’s sleeping. Which means I can write something. Something probably illegible.

Don’t EAT when they’re sleeping? That’s right. I finally got a break from feeding that ravenous little rascal to make dinner for his cheaty little sister.

Ahhh, eggs. One forgets how GOSHDARNDIT EASY they are to make — perfect dinner. Bought pre-diced veggies. Dumped them into pan with spray canola oil. Poured liquid egg from fancy omega-3 brand over the veggies. Cooked. Placed slices of cheese over top and broiled. Yum. Baked sweet potato fries on the side….

Come on in, and see what happened when I went to put food on the table. But, first, watch your step on the way to the kitchen….

Okay, now, check it. Absolutely no interest in slaved-on dinner…because sleeping….

Needless to say, when I coaxed her awake, she wanted NOTHING to do with food. Except yogurt, which she ate with much success. Until I decided to taste it and noticed it was BAD! Like sour, stinking BAD! Ugh. She’s fine. Still in a deep sleep.

Also sleeping deeply beside me…. The-boy-who-won’t-stop-eating. Unless, of course, he’s sleeping….

Closeup the first….

Closeup the second….

So, do I sound tired? It’s ridiculous how tired am. Josh-O’s coming home any minute now from a 4-day vacay in Vegas. I say “vacay,” but it was really for work. ‘Cept whenever I called or he called he was on his way to, or already at, a poker game. If he complains that he’s tired EVEN once, I’m posting a nudie pic of him! Consider yourself WARNED, JOSH-O!

Oh, but look! He just got home and gave me THIS:

Clothes can definitely buy love….

And, yes, the rascal is now awake.

TO FEED!

LOVE…. xo Haley-O

Guess what I have playing OVER AND OVER in my head?

Give up?

Well, I don’t blame you for not guessing it right because it’s not a song.

No. It’s a FREAKING SENTENCE. In a FREAKING FRENCH ACCENT:

“If you wish to see the chef, you will have to wait until all the other customer have gone.”

OVER AND OVER…and OVER my HEAD!

Of course, it’s from my monkey’s favourite movie, Ratatouille, WHICH we have watched almost every day since we got it. We got it some time in December.

“Anton Ego is just another customer. LEZ COOK!”

ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!

It won’t stop!

A-NY-WAY. I can still talk to you, even though I have Collette babbling away in my head….

So, this weekend? Some interesting things transpired.

I drank my first Starbucks Chai Tea Latte of 2008…. Yes I did. I had it with soy milk — mmmm….so creammmy and sweet! Why am I not freaking out at myself in my usual self-denigrating style? Because I’m happy about it.

Once a week, Gorgeouses. I’m allowing myself my favourite thing in the whole world once a week. Because this diet thing sucks. Yes, BECAUSE this diet thing sucks, I’m allowing myself one day a week to have my favourite things. And, that day would be Saturday.

So, this Saturday, I sipped my chai in a new way: savouring every single little sip! I enjoyed my favourite Italian grilled vegetable sandwich. And, I munched on my favourite Sunspire Sundrops (the all-natural edition of M&Ms). Mmmmm….