Bratty Belly Blues

  My husband and I decided to go on a late night date to Village Inn a place similar to Dennys.  I had never heard of this place until I moved to Arizona.  I decided to have pie and hot chocolate, my husband went for a  nice, hearty skillet meal.  I picked off of his plate a little, just enough to know that I liked what he was eating.  He ended up not finishing his meal and got a to-go box.  We didn't get to bed until 2 am.  It was a nice spur of the moment event that ended in deep sleep and...morning hunger.

  There is just something about eating late that makes you wake up extremely hungry.  Every time I eat something late I am rudely awakened by the most annoying hunger pangs.  You would think that the opposite would happen...You just ate so you shouldn't be that hungry in the morning.  However for some reason the stomach gets greedy and wants more!  It's almost like spoiling a child and expecting them to be grateful.  This is usually never the right cause and effect anyone is looking for.

  I crawled out of bed and remembered about the leftovers.  I grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and warmed the food up on there, rather than the Styrofoam (I read somewhere that food warmed up in a microwave on Styrofoam was bad for you)
Microwave & Styrofoam=Dangerous Combo
The microwave beeped and I was ready to satisfy my bratty belly.  I opened the door, pulled out the plate, turned to my left...Then suddenly the plate slipped out of my hand and on to the floor.  Ughhhhhhhhhhh! <---My stomach groaned.   I couldn't believe what just happened. Seriously?  I mean, I'm not five years old.  I know how to balance things in my hands.  What the heck just happened here.  The thought of an empty refrigerator and my husband already gone away in the car (our only car) made me want to eat off the floor.  That thought quickly escaped (Thank God)



 When things like this happen, I find comfort in believing that the food somehow was poisoned.  The poison got into the food through the Styrofoam and not when my honey was eating it of course.  Then God wanted me to live, so he sent an angel down to smack the plate out of my hand so I could live another day.  The End.