damn you, raspberry danish! damn you to hell!

Were I Boss of the World, one of the very first things I'd do would be to find a way to make secondary food choices have fewer calories. Because, seriously? It's so not fair that my hips are going to register this raspberry danish I just ate when what I *really* wanted was just one little butter cookie, which would have had far fewer fat grams and calories. But! We have no little butter cookies! This is because my 87-year-old grandfather had the audacity to finish them all when he came over for dinner Sunday night. I know! What nerve!

Anyway. I needed something carby and sweet to go with the hot chocolate I was about to drink -- which was also not my fault. Someone mentioned how their dreamy husband had just delivered a nice hot cup of tea to them while I was talking to them on the IM, and I couldn't help thinking: I want that. Meaning, a hot husband delivering hot beverages. Sadly, all I have are two cats who are at this point not acknowledging my existence because I bought them the wrong kind of cat food, and so I had to drag my sorry ass downstairs in search of a hot beverage, which was, in my case, hot chocolate. And somewhere between getting the beverage idea while sitting by my computer and reaching the kitchen, I'd somehow become incredibly attached to the hot chocolate 'n butter cookie duo, and when the butter cookies weren't to be found, I had to go to a secondary food choice -- the raspberry danish, which was suitably carby and sweet (a little too sweet, to be honest).

And now I'm going to have to pay for the fatty secondary food choice. It's just not fair! I know, life isn't fair.

I thought I had more to say when I opened this Update Journal window but, apparently, I was wrong.