I ate breakfast three times already today. I had coffee, an english muffin with peanut butter. Then a couple hours later more coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with some brown sugar. I was still hungry so on the way to work I got some more coffee and bacon egg & cheese bagel sandwich at dunkin donuts. But now I think I made a poor choice and should have gone with the egg mcmuffin. Would it be really bad to eat breakfast 4 times in one day?
Elevensies?
I had to urban dictionary elevnsies because I'm so not up on pop culture and don't watch movies. Here are my choices of definitions:
1. One of the numerous daily meals eaten by hobbits such as Peregrin Took.
Or
2. a sex act, in which a man comes so hard into the back of a females (or males) throat that the spunk travels up and out the nose forming two lines down from the nostrils to create the figure 11.
I hate getting water up my nose, so #2 sounds horrible. But maybe it's theraputic, like the neti pot.
I have a very sweet coworker who has been commenting about how tired I look lately. Winter sucks, I look exhausted all of the time because I am.
FFFC: I bought Erase Paste to put under my eyes just so she would leave me alone.
My high school boyfriend's mom hated me. Every time she would see me she'd see me out with other people from school she'd be like, "So great to see you, Girls A, B & C! Daisy818, you look so . . . tired." Every. Damn. Time.
"Well, your son keeps me up late every night!"
Ok, maybe not a good response in HS, but I would totally say it as a grown ass adult
I had to urban dictionary elevnsies because I'm so not up on pop culture and don't watch movies. Here are my choices of definitions:
1. One of the numerous daily meals eaten by hobbits such as Peregrin Took.
Or
2. a sex act, in which a man comes so hard into the back of a females (or males) throat that the spunk travels up and out the nose forming two lines down from the nostrils to create the figure 11.
I hate getting water up my nose, so #2 sounds horrible. But maybe it's theraputic, like the neti pot.
That sounds like a lighter version of an angry dragon. Also why are there figures with this definition? Does someone really need an example?
I have an obsession with the new My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. This obsession may include the following:
Watching every single episode at least a dozen times Knowing the songs and singing along Having my little pony figurines on my desk My 30th birthday party was had My little pony decorations Received my little pony dolls as gifts for my 30th birthday from my MIL and my mother
I never played with dolls as a child.
My husband loves that my daughter is into them because he enjoys watching them.
My high school boyfriend's mom hated me. Every time she would see me she'd see me out with other people from school she'd be like, "So great to see you, Girls A, B & C! Daisy818, you look so . . . tired." Every. Damn. Time.
"Well, your son keeps me up late every night!"
Ok, maybe not a good response in HS, but I would totally say it as a grown ass adult
Haha, yeah, I was an uber-nerdy prude so she would have just snortled at that response. Or high-fived her son in a creepy way. She was the type who wanted to raise the most macho fratastic dudes in the world.
I had to urban dictionary elevnsies because I'm so not up on pop culture and don't watch movies. Here are my choices of definitions:
1. One of the numerous daily meals eaten by hobbits such as Peregrin Took.
Or
2. a sex act, in which a man comes so hard into the back of a females (or males) throat that the spunk travels up and out the nose forming two lines down from the nostrils to create the figure 11.
I hate getting water up my nose, so #2 sounds horrible. But maybe it's theraputic, like the neti pot.
That sounds like a lighter version of an angry dragon. Also why are there figures with this definition? Does someone really need an example?
I think it means that the cum creats the number 11 when it comes down from the nostris. There were no photos or diagrams included with the definition.
After we left a store the other day, H goes "Oh my God, did you notice the lady in front of us farted a bunch of times?! That was the worst thing I've ever smelled!"
.....it was me.
Omg this seriously cracks me up. I don't like farting in public or infront of DH but if I am desperate I will. I can see this happening to me. Except DH totally would know its me right away. He is a shit like that.
I had to urban dictionary elevnsies because I'm so not up on pop culture and don't watch movies. Here are my choices of definitions:
1. One of the numerous daily meals eaten by hobbits such as Peregrin Took.
Or
2. a sex act, in which a man comes so hard into the back of a females (or males) throat that the spunk travels up and out the nose forming two lines down from the nostrils to create the figure 11.
I hate getting water up my nose, so #2 sounds horrible. But maybe it's theraputic, like the neti pot.
And now I will never be able to read Tolkien again.
What I really want to know is who the hell has time to keep that close an eye on their dishes that they notice if a bowl is there or not.
Surely he has better shit to do with his day than police the dishwasher.
Oh, you didn't hear?
My husband monitors and controls all of my food intake, and I'm required to record and report all bowel movements to him daily.
Additionally, I'm instructed to leave exactly one dish (in this case, the oatmeal dish) in the sink at all times. So, unfortunately no he doesn't have better shit to do with his day than police the dishwasher.
If I knew this was going to turn into some sort of seminar on the psyche of someone who eats like shit, I'd never have posted the confession. It was meant very lightheartedly, and, truly, I'm just embarrassed that I gave into a craving for shitty food over the healthy stuff I'd deliberately made.
Let it be known to the world - my husband is not controlling about food (or anything else) and the only serious food issues that I have are a lack of self control and an intense yearning for a fucking Egg McMuffin.
Just for the record, since we're disclosing our breakfasts, I also stopped and had McDonald's on the way to work today. I was contemplating getting Oatmeal from Panera but McDonald's craving won out for me. It's also faster because I can eat it in the car, instead of going to Panera, waiting in line, eating it, and I have a meeting this morning to prep for (obviously getting far on that objective).
eta, also for the record: it was a sausage mcmuffin with egg value meal
I ate a LARGE handful (more like a bowl full) of peanut butter filled pretzels. They were delicious.
After we left a store the other day, H goes "Oh my God, did you notice the lady in front of us farted a bunch of times?! That was the worst thing I've ever smelled!"
.....it was me.
Omg this seriously cracks me up. I don't like farting in public or infront of DH but if I am desperate I will. I can see this happening to me. Except DH totally would know its me right away. He is a shit like that.
I cannot imagine not farting in front of my husband.
What I really want to know is who the hell has time to keep that close an eye on their dishes that they notice if a bowl is there or not.
Surely he has better shit to do with his day than police the dishwasher.
Oh, you didn't hear?
My husband monitors and controls all of my food intake, and I'm required to record and report all bowel movements to him daily.
Additionally, I'm instructed to leave exactly one dish (in this case, the oatmeal dish) in the sink at all times. So, unfortunately no he doesn't have better shit to do with his day than police the dishwasher.
I wish someone would police my dishwasher. No one ever wants to take responsibility for loading/unloading.
Post by diamondsndaisies on Jan 23, 2015 10:45:14 GMT -5
The only food monitoring my DH and I do is if we eat each others leftovers and weren't supposed to. I wanted to take leftover tuna noodle casserole to work for lunch today and DH ate it last night. Turd.
After we left a store the other day, H goes "Oh my God, did you notice the lady in front of us farted a bunch of times?! That was the worst thing I've ever smelled!"
.....it was me.
Omg this seriously cracks me up. I don't like farting in public or infront of DH but if I am desperate I will. I can see this happening to me. Except DH totally would know its me right away. He is a shit like that.
The cornerstone of H and my relationship is being able to fart in front of each other. I seriously don't know what would happen if we couldn't.
I missed my workout last night for the first time since I started in May because I just didn't feel up to it.
I want to cancel tomorrow's workout, too, and just sleep in. Scratch that, I want to cancel tomorrow's workout to nurse the hangover that I'm hopefully going to give myself.
ghostmonkey inspired me to get Viniq (and by inspired, I mean she posted a pic of it a while back and I've been obsessed ever since). I picked it up last night. I can't stop thinking about getting drunk on glitter. I wished I didn't have so much crap to do last night (pay bills, dishes, laundry, cook dinner) otherwise I would have cracked it open the second I got home.
It's so pretty. /randomBit #wasthataconfessionorablogpost
I almost bought that last night!! Please tell me what it tastes like. I'm just so curious.
Viniq is much prettier than it tastes. I've tried it mixed with sprite and mixed with champagne and both weren't bad, but I probably wouldn't drink it again. To be fair, I don't like Moscato so maybe that's the problem.
The only food monitoring my DH and I do is if we eat each others leftovers and weren't supposed to. I wanted to take leftover tuna noodle casserole to work for lunch today and DH ate it last night. Turd.
+1. We often fight over who gets the leftovers for lunch when there's only 1 serving left. DH works from home so I usually win since he has the whole kitchen at his disposal!
I got a BFN yesterday night after DH went to poker, so I used that as an excuse to get a mountain dew and crunchwrap supreme from taco bell.... I told DH I had leftovers...
Okay, I missed this one on page 1 - so you're saying you got one food item from Taco Bell?
For the life of me, I still can't figure out how to add gifs. I use the giphy site, and I can't figure out which link to use. I feel shame because the how-tos are right at the stop, and I don't have the smarts to figure it out. I feel like my siggy is naked.
renbee - hilarious! treble - have a blast! I'm jealous.
I didn't see an answer so here you go.
To add a gif to a post, find whatever gif you want to use online. Right click on the gif and select Copy Image URL.
In your post do [*img]paste image url here[/img*] but without the *.
I got a BFN yesterday night after DH went to poker, so I used that as an excuse to get a mountain dew and crunchwrap supreme from taco bell.... I told DH I had leftovers...
Okay, I missed this one on page 1 - so you're saying you got one food item from Taco Bell?
Post by risscaboobs on Jan 23, 2015 10:53:47 GMT -5
FFFC: I just started listening to my audiobook of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone again... I've lost count of how many times I've listened to the series. #donotgiveafuck
^So much this. We have friends--a married couple; DH and I have both discussed how we're pretty sure that they've never ever farted in front of one another. I can't imagine.
If farting in front of your spouse/SO is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
We have an understanding that if one person starts gagging, the farter must get the Fabreeze.
I'm a really uptight weirdo about some things, and this is one of them. I seriously freak out if I accidentally fart in my sleep around DH. Then again, as described in a prior TWW GTKY, I almost ran away in the middle of the night when I accidentally peed in DH's bed a couple months into dating him. So I am obviously not a normal person by which to measure these kinds of things.
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