This past week, the Mister has been burning the midnight oil on paperwork, even though he's had to leave each morning by 4:30 am to drive his way up to the U.P. So each evening around 1:30 am when the Thirsty Beast Awakens, I've let him sleep.
I sound like a pretty selfess wife, don't I?
Does it count as selflessness when I happily flounce downstairs so that I can sneak a handful or two (or ten) of these?
So each night for the past week, I've been scarfing these down. Washed down by old, flat 7-Up that the Mister hides from the kids for his occasional Seven 7. 'Cuz he's a Good Dad and he doesn't want them to suffer from long-term, flat soda-induced tooth decay. And he doesn't want to share.
So guess what? I'm awake now, and there are no Fritos.
Poor Me. I am hungry and my tummy is rumbly. So I'm making all of you suffer through this with me.
So my Mister, in his moment of empathy (because he's been 7-Upless before) tried to cheer me at 1:49 am up with his adventures at the video store tonight. He went to rent a UFC dvd with "classic" UFC fights (because apparently, those exist). I asked what fun is it to watch a fight in which you've already known the outcome for the past how many years?
Apparently, it still is a lot of fun.
I laughed pretty hard.
It helped in me in my Frito-less times.