lunch out

I was along a familiar sidewalk. The breeze is cool. My hair smells fresh. I reached the corner store with glass walls, I looked at my reflection and I felt good. Not much about the dress. Perhaps the confidence has changed the aura.

When I got to the place, I saw my friends waving at me with much excitement and anticipation. I signaled for them to wait for a while. I stayed outside and phoned my husband. The kids are good, dinner will be fine and everything is okay. I will have a great night.

So I walked in. The food was great. Coping up with the things we missed about each other was even better. I am having a great laugh when I heard someone from behind me calling my name. At first I hesitated but I heard it again.

I turned and felt a little dizzy. Everything was a blur. I had to close my eyes and open them little by little so I wouldn't pass out. I tried to focus a little on the person but I couldn't figure out who he was. I closed my eyes again and looked at the same person. He was smiling at me.

"How's it going? I need it within the day.", he said and left.

I looked back to my friends and found that I wasn't at the resaurant anymore. I saw a monitor right in front of me, my old bag right beside it, a box of tissue and my phone on the other side. I accidentally moved the mouse and the screensaver went out. The monitor showed an unfinished report. I felt my heart pound faster than usual. I scanned for a clock. 4:37pm.

Crap.

Moral lesson: don't eat too much for lunch. A few idle seconds may turn into moments like this.

110 lbs (going higher...)

If there's one great thing Big and i luuurve to do together, it would be eating.

(And sleeping. Sometimes eat then sleep, some other times sleep then eat, you know...wehehehe.)

Anyway, during weekends, we skip breakfast because:
1. We wake up late.
2. We still love to stay in bed upon waking up...
3. We're lazy to make breakfast.

So, we go with eating early lunch. His mom cooks a lot for lunch on purpose to save on cooking again for dinner. And mr big doesn.t like the idea. He wants his food different for each meal...well most of the time. And the most famous conversation begins.

Big: wat are we gonna have for dinner?

Me: i thought we still have food from lunch?we can eat it.
(With a smile.)

B: i don't like the food.

M: i thought you love ___ (the food)?!

B: well not anymore?hehe.joke.i want something different.

M: okay. (eyes rolling). So wat are we gonna have? We can have pizza or burgers delivered.
(i don't cook.sigh.)

B: ok.pizza.

(after a while...)

B: on second thought, we can have the leftovers...they might get spoiled tomorrow.ü

M: huh? (and gives him a what's-with-the-mind-changing-every-five-minutes kind of look) ok.

After dinner...

B: what number do i call?

M: huh?

B: for the pizza delivery..(smiles)..remember?

Whew!