I want a cookie.
I deserve a cookie. Or four. It isn't enough that I had a hot fudge sundae made with peppermint ice cream tonight after two helpings of soup for dinner.
I WANT a COOKIE.
I think it's the hibernation thing coming out in me. Cold = EAT. Of course, Hot = EAT, and Warm = EAT, and Tepid = EAT, so basically Anytime = EAT.
No wonder I'm the size of the Goodyear Blimp.
Of course, I was extremely good today, nutritionally speaking. That is, if you don't count the hot fudge sundae. Whole grain cereal for breakfast, hot and sour soup for lunch, and a hearty vegetable beef soup for dinner, heavy on the vegetables and light on the beef. Homemade, at that.
But it's now around midnight, and the Oreo Monster is lurking. There's ice-cold milk in the fridge, and I'm thinking I deserve an award for staying up so late to get laundry done for tomorrow.
Watch out, Oreos. You are not long for this world...