For about 30 minutes today I turned into a typical, crazy, pregnant lady who was blinded by a craving. I thought that I could make it through the day. I thought that my Greek yogurt, hard boiled eggs, and fruit was enough. I thought wrong... dead wrong. I needed chocolate and I needed it yesterday.
I think it started this morning when one of the 3rd grade teachers got a Milky Way bar in her mailbox. Where's my Milky Way bar? Sad face. After that moment I couldn't get the image of that damn candy bar out of my head. I had to have one. I fought the urge for a few hours until I saw cupcakes in the teacher's lounge. Damn cupcakes. Ate one. Didn't work. Must have a candy bar. I let lunch conversation occupy me for a little while and then Mission Candy Bar began.
I knew I had change in my car so all I needed to do was run out and get it. No problem. I happily trotted out to my car, got my change purse, and proceeded to daydream about the chocolaty goodness that I was about to consume. Then I got to the vending machine. Zero bar, Snickers, and Almond Joy were calling my name. I dumped out my change purse into my hand while trying to decide which bar would be mine when I realized... I have $0.80... each candy bar was $0.90. NO! I started to chalk my $0.10 shortcoming as a sign that I was not meant to have a candy bar when the voice inside of me told me to shut the hell up, walk back outside, and make a dime appear in my car. So... that's what I did. I jumped into the backseat and began digging in my purse for anything silver that added up to $0.10. Low and behold the only piece of money that I found in my purse was one, glorious, shiny dime! Hallelujah! I merrily skipped my way back to the vending machine, deposited my $0.90, pushed C5 (Zero bar), and strolled my happy @ss back to my office where I shamelessly devoured my candy bar.
Sweet relief; literally.
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