When did my relationship with my husband change? When did Jack Bauer become “the other woman?”
I mentioned awhile back that my husband has a man crush on Keifer Sutherland’s character in Fox’s series, “24.” Last night, I realized the man crush has escalated. REALLY escalated. For some reason, I now fall below Jack in the pecking order.
WHAT THE HECK???
Let me back-track a bit. For the past few days, I have been hungry. Really hungry. All the time. Wait — I mean . . . ALL. THE. FREAKIN’. TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I seriously cannot get enough food in me. I eat a meal or a snack, and within 45 minutes to an hour, I feel as though I haven’t eaten in weeks. It’s absolutely ridiculous! The most excruciating hunger pains take over, leaving me incapable of thinking straight. Not only that, but I become the biggest grouch. My only objective is getting food in my mouth, right away. Hubby has had to learn not to get between me and the pantry/fridge.
(Do I have a tape worm or some exotic parasite??? Not that I’ve been any where exotic lately, but stranger things have happened.)
Anyway, yesterday, Hubby decided to be very sweet. All day long, he offered to bring me snacks, fix lunch, rub my feet, and other such very sweet little offerings. As evening approached, I mentioned (for probably the 15th time that day) that I was hungry. Hubby gallantly offered to make dinner — his specialty: Carne Asada.
Unfortunately for me and my ravenous stomach, Hubby had forgotten that Jack would be showing up at 7 pm for a date. AHHHHH!!!!! The moment Jack’s Marlboro-esque face popped up on the screen, I was ditched. . . dinner plans were ditched. He was glued to the TV, absorbing Jack’s every word and move.
I had to fix the meal myself, which was not an easy task since the overwhelming smell of the peppers, onions, and beef nearly made me sick (which would have been the 2nd time that day some smell nearly did me in).
Sigh — it’s going to be a long season if this keeps up. Seriously, if my tapeworm and I have to fight with Jack Bauer. . . Sigh. Let’s just put it this way — Hubby will realize that Jack ISN’T the biggest bad a$$.
You’re going down.
