I just realized that pasta is my enemy, ladies. Even whole wheat pasta.
Pourquoi? It slides down the throat. No chewing necessary. This is particularly bad when feeling especially ravenous. Like after a day taking care of a house of little people who aren’t yours and whose parents all decide to go run errands after work, thereby not picking up their blessings at the appointed time, with those said children having an internal clock that tells them they are supposed to be at home and so they fall to pieces. All four of them, at the same time, thereby also causing their devoted and under-paid caregiver to miss her much needed afternoon snack (which she would have to share!).
It was really not a very French way of eating at all. Most undignified and unlady-like, I must say. And now I’m all bloaty and sluggish and so very, very sorry. 
With the late-fee money I charged them, I think I’ll buy a stash of raisins and nuts to keep in the daycare bathroom to sneak, just in case it happens again. And I was so looking forward to a nice square of dark chocolate for dessert tonight. Now there’ll be none tomorrow either, and all because pasta just goes down so easily. I mean, it really is all its fault.
Hmm. You feel bloated and sorry. And you’re depriving yourself of dark chocolate (of course given what the study said about sex drive, maybe you should eschew dark chocolate young lady!
)…
I guess you’re suffering enough. I shall withhold the whomp - for now!
Comment by blestwithsons — November 2, 2006 @ 7:55 pm
Oh man, I’m sorry Laura. Hope you de-bloat soon.
Comment by Blair — November 3, 2006 @ 8:09 am