my husband, the emotional eater
i don't even want to think about the number of wings he may have ordered had he been listening to some of my emo music. if "stolen" by dashboard was playing, he probably would have ordered 100 wings.
in his defense, i guess he's not really an emotional eater, he's more of an emotional thinker. he thought he could eat 50 wings. his eyes were bigger than his stomach.
i have the same problem with pasta. it's the ultimate comfort food. about once a week, i cook up a big pot of it thinking it will be enough for us to eat twice. i end up making enough for an army. anyone want to come over for dinner on the next pasta night? i'm thinking about making baked ziti.
in other funny "Nick News," the other night i woke up and got some water out of the fridge. i get thirsty in the middle of the night. anyway, i hear nick yell "jessi, jessi are you okay?" i was like "yeah, i'm fine, just getting some water." and when i came back to the bedroom, he was sitting up, looking awake but then he said to me "how come you just got stocks? why just stocks?" and i went "what? nick, WAKE UP!" and he was like "huh, wha?"
yeah, dreaming about the stock market again. that's my honey.