Well, after a four-day panic attack, the miserable Bitch has reared her fugly head. While it was a sigh of relief because, as I’ve mentioned before, another toddler is not welcome here, it couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Here I am, PMSing and craving the most coronary-clogging foods, and grocery day isn’t until tomorrow. The cupboards and fridge are near empty except for a few condiments you buy only to use never and Piggle food. What follows, I cannot say I’m proud of, but confess your sins, and hay-suess will love you for eternity or whatever, right?
Standing in front of my pantry with the refrigerator door open—why waste time perusing them separately—-stuffing my fat, bloated face with the lone chocolate pudding I’d forgotten existed, I spied a box of unopened baby cereal. The iron fortified kind.
Can you guess what happened next?
That’s right, I ate the entire flipping thing in one go. That is how disgusting I am. I just thought you should know. That was the entire point of this post. No updates on the antics of Piggle….just me, pounding back a whole 227g box of cereal. I’m 99.99% sure I won’t shit for a month…
For the record, it was delicious!