Friday, February 19, 2010

The Potato Saga

I promised in my last post to write about how I got to feeling better after feeling guilty the other night.

It all started with Ace wanting ice cream. He suggested that I could work off some of my guilt by dipping us both up some ice cream. Except, I wasn't interested in ice cream. When I mentioned that Ace started staring at me, trying to figure out what was up with me, since I normally love ice cream.

To make everything simpler, I told Ace that the week before my period and at the start of my period, which is when this was happening, I crave salty foods instead of sweet. I told him that comfort food sounded good, but that I would prefer mashed potatoes to ice cream.

Ace offered to buy me french fries, because he preferred to not get out of the car to fill my potato-y comfort. Since I like fries, this was an acceptable substitute. Unfortunately for me, it was 4 in the morning and neither of the two McDonald's near us was open for the selling of fries. Because of that, we went to Wal-Mart (open 24/7, except for Christmas) to buy me mashed potatoes, my original desire.

Ace decided that since we were going inside Wal-Mart, we could also buy what we needed to give him a hair cut (and clean up any hair that missed the trash can). After we got everything we needed to cut his hair (and some scrunchies for me), we started looking for my mashed potatoes. Only we were having trouble finding them.

Right about the time I'm wanting to cry in frustration, Ace gets someone to help us find the mashed potatoes and we quickly grab a tub and leave to come back to our room. So, in the end, I got my potatoes. It only took the better part of an hour. And way more frustration that is generally good for me, even when hormonal.

And that, my friends, is my potato saga.
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