It's Friday night and it's been a long week. No particular reason why it was a long week, it just was. I think about what I would like to have for dinner and of course my first thought is "I think I'll hit a drive-thru." And then, I remember a promise I made to myself after my last drive thru experience - no more eating food obtained while driving up to a speaker and sitting on my fat butt ordering an unhealthy meal only to drive forward and receive my food thru my car window. If I can't be physical enough to get out of the car and walk to get my food, then I don't need it.
If I have to get out of the car, I'm going to go for something that taste better than fast food, and then it hits me - I want to make some hummus and have it with these new pita chips I bought at the store earlier this week along with a Bocca burger. I call a friend and we discuss hummus recipes and then the mission begins. But, as I walk in the grocery store they have piped the smell of rotisserie chicken thru the air conditioner vent and like a zombie, I end up standing in front of them staring at them like I have just reunited with an old lover. I decide to walk away and go find the chickpeas and then again, like a zombie, I am in front of those dang chickens staring at them again. Somehow I mustered up the strength to find my way to the chickpeas and Bocca burgers and leave the store. Victory is mine and I am so proud and excited about my hummus adventure.
As I pull in the drive, I see the little white face and the little brown face peeking under the blinds. Both of their heads are vibrating back and forth because the other end is wiggling out of control. This particular sight is one of the best parts of my day. I am very excited about seeing the girls and being greeted with such enthusiasm. I put the key in the door, make my way in, great the girls and proceed to the kitchen counter with the grocery bags. I set them on the counter and look down and see the note.
Susan, the dog walker extraordinaire, left me the following, "found an empty bag of pita chips on the living room floor." By the look on Kate's face, I believe this would be her interpretation...
The crazy human walked in and the mood was so fun. She was smiling and laughing and I know she was impressed by my wild wiggling. Fondue was trying to out cute me by using her little "woo woo" voice, but I know that the crazy human loves my wiggles just as much. And then it happened. I am no scientist, but I am not sure how the temperature can get so chilly in a room while fire is coming of the human's nostrils, but it can happen. I immediately assumed the "I am so sorry, I won't do it again (even though she knows that I will) pose." Then there wasn't just fire from the nostrils, there was smoke from the ears, at this point I begin to shake uncontrollably. She picked up the thing on the wall and began talking into it and she was very animated, I shook a little more. Then I sensed the human's mood change and she left the room. I stayed away from her because I was a bit afraid. It didn't last long and to be honest - I'd do it all over again. I am after all, just a dog and I don't have the ability to understand that she was pissed about the pita chips. Oh, guess I just confessed that I did understand, oh well, they sure were good!
So, yes, I am single and live alone. And, for the most part I don't have to worry about someone eating the last one of something. If it's gone, I was that "someone." Unless, I forget to put the pita chips in the pantry and have the audacity to leave them out on the counter.
BTW...I made the hummus anyway and it was delish. Would have been better on pita chips, but because of this situation, I discovered that cherry tomatoes are good dipped in a cilantro jalapeno hummus.
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