When Arlo tried to kill himself to avoid making a traditional Canadian meal, Mrs. AK took matters into her own hands. Her British hands.
Last night she prepared bangers and mash for us. I was more than surprised when I actually liked it. Arlo, on the other hand, scoff at his serving. I have no idea why…
The Kid called me fat today, or not fat. I’m so confused.
We’ve been passing back and forth a stale granola bar for a week. I had every intention of eating it when I picked it up a couple of weeks ago, and then didn’t. I put it on his desk BECAUSE I AM A NICE PERSON! He didn’t eat it and put it back on my desk. We soon started adding notes listing reasons why the other should eat it. He suggested I lay off the caffeine and eat it for natural energy. Ha! I then suggested he is young and likely sowing his wild oats and should therefore eat an oat bar.
His latest note is going to be hard to top:
I’ve been known to be a tad demanding. My friends and family will be the first to tell you this. I expect a lot from people, it’s just the way I was made. I’ve learned over the years people can often disappoint me. Case in point: Arlo.
I asked Arlo to teach me to make perogies Wednesday night. He happily agreed to my face, but then behind my back he tried to cut own hand off with a dull kitchen knife in order to get out of teaching me. Perhaps he’s lazy; perhaps he’s trying to avoid seeing me hurt, like last time. Whatever the case, the lad is just so thoughtless and cruel. I don’t think five stitches is a good excuse for breaking promises. Ever.
I’m going to peek under his bandages to be sure he’s telling the truth. Like I tell my three-year-old niece, Hannah, boys lie AND carry cooties, therefore cannot be trusted.
I think the universe is telling me to go on a diet. Which sucks because Arlo has promised me I can drown my sorrows in his chocolate, I suppose that’s as naughty as he can be without pissing his bishop off. He’s already skating on thin ice with his God for being friends with me at all.
After an especially crummy day a friend came over to have some dinner and watch the debates. We called to order a pizza and were told they were closed for an hour and to call back. No biggie, it was worth the wait since they have wheat crust. An hour later I called back and was told they were filming a movie and would be closed all night.
Bummer.
We then ordered Chinese food online from Sam Pan, because it’s easier than speaking to actual human beings. An hour and a half later I called to see why our food hadn’t arrived. They didn’t have our order. Stupid technology. Growing moodier by the second I re-ordered and was promised it would arrive in one hour. Thirty minutes later they called and had trouble processing the credit card because it was one number short. We went through the order again.
One hour and fifteen minutes later I had food. It’s never taken three hours to get food to my apartment. Clearly the universe thinks I’m fat and is throwing hints my way. The universe is an ass, but I get the hint and will hit the gym this weekend. When I’m done eating Arlo’s chocolate, of course.
I don’t have the best eating habits. This we reinforced over the weekend by Alaska Pat, my soon-to-be personal trainer. It’s not that I don’t eat healthy, because typically I do, it’s that I don’t eat regular meals. I blame my schedule, but truthfully it just seems like a hassle more often than not. Which is why Wheat Chex and vanilla soy milk were invented… to sustain me.
This morning in an attempt to eat at least three meals a day, I had a cup of coffee with soy milk. Soy milk counts as a real meal, right? Then, as I ran out the door, I grabbed one of my Dannon Light & Fit-Carb & Sugar Control Smoothies to drink for lunch. Since I’m not in the office very many hours as is, I rarely take a lunch.
Just now, as I was about to drink said smoothie, I noticed the expiration date was Nov 14. In my quest for good health, I choose to ignore the fact and drink it anyway. Now, I’m just sitting around waiting to die wondering how important forcing yourself to eat really is.
I have the Sox game playing in the background while I’m writing a paper, but I don’t need to pay attention because Aimee made cookies. I did my part and ate six yesterday, so it’s a guaranteed win!
