Oh man, do we have some sweet hubbies, or what?
Here's a silly tale for ya. . .
I have been craving buffalo wings for months, and recently confided this to my husband. Of course, over Thanksgiving during our visit to family the trouble started. On Friday we went out to a bar with friends, and stayed up really late. I was hungry and tired, but dh and our friend wanted to go to one more place for another beer to chat. I said ok, as long as I could get some food! We went to a bar, but found out that the kitchen had closed. I nearly lost it, but dh got me some pretzels and I suffered in relative silence. Next morning was tough, but I dealt. Stayed up too late and didn't have enough to eat, you know?
So we had been planning a visit to a city 1hr + away for business and waited a really long time to do it. We got into a small sedan with our friends & their toddler to make the trip. By the end I was tired, hungry and feeling very uncomfortable. I was really looking forward to our plan of having pizza with my family that night - I always look forward to having pizza when I go to NY, since there is NO good pizza in CA. Anyway, I had to go out and visit a friend, so by the time we were ready to leave, we called home and found that most of the pizza was gone. My lovely BIL even said - "and I'm just getting my second wind!" I almost cried, but in a super human effort to keep it together
, I told dh we could go to the pizza place and order our own. Of course we got there and found out that they had closed not 10 minutes earlier. So we went next door to the Chinese place. I was so disappointed and depressed. DH offers to go next door to the grocery store for buffalo wings, but I don't want frozen!! I want fresh! Crispy! Bar food! So I tell him no, sit with a cup of tea and commence feeling sorry for myself as he leaves for the store.
We pick up our food and drive home. I pile a plate high full of Chinese food, take one bite and can't eat any more. It suddenly disgusts me. There are a few pieces of pizza left. My mom heats one up for me and I take a bite and can't eat any more of it either! Nothing would satisfy me. People were asking me if I was ok and I start crying. It was awful!!!
So the next day DH shows me frozen wings he bought the night before, for lunch that day. Sweet, but I really had to stop myself from yelling - I don't want that kind!!!!!!!! But it doesn't even matter, 'cause we end up leaving for our separate planes before we even get to try them. (Mom calls later thanking us for the great dinner - arrgh).
Flash forward to tonight when dh comes home from getting a video and has a pizza in hand. Plus one other box. Wings from Little Caesar's! Such a sweetie. He hates wings (chicken on the bone grosses him out), so they're only for me. I have to smile and thank him as I eat them all - totally not what I'm craving! He just doesn't get it, but so wants to make me happy. I realize I'm one of the luckiest girls in the world.
But I still crave wings.
Here's a silly tale for ya. . .
I have been craving buffalo wings for months, and recently confided this to my husband. Of course, over Thanksgiving during our visit to family the trouble started. On Friday we went out to a bar with friends, and stayed up really late. I was hungry and tired, but dh and our friend wanted to go to one more place for another beer to chat. I said ok, as long as I could get some food! We went to a bar, but found out that the kitchen had closed. I nearly lost it, but dh got me some pretzels and I suffered in relative silence. Next morning was tough, but I dealt. Stayed up too late and didn't have enough to eat, you know?
So we had been planning a visit to a city 1hr + away for business and waited a really long time to do it. We got into a small sedan with our friends & their toddler to make the trip. By the end I was tired, hungry and feeling very uncomfortable. I was really looking forward to our plan of having pizza with my family that night - I always look forward to having pizza when I go to NY, since there is NO good pizza in CA. Anyway, I had to go out and visit a friend, so by the time we were ready to leave, we called home and found that most of the pizza was gone. My lovely BIL even said - "and I'm just getting my second wind!" I almost cried, but in a super human effort to keep it together
, I told dh we could go to the pizza place and order our own. Of course we got there and found out that they had closed not 10 minutes earlier. So we went next door to the Chinese place. I was so disappointed and depressed. DH offers to go next door to the grocery store for buffalo wings, but I don't want frozen!! I want fresh! Crispy! Bar food! So I tell him no, sit with a cup of tea and commence feeling sorry for myself as he leaves for the store.We pick up our food and drive home. I pile a plate high full of Chinese food, take one bite and can't eat any more. It suddenly disgusts me. There are a few pieces of pizza left. My mom heats one up for me and I take a bite and can't eat any more of it either! Nothing would satisfy me. People were asking me if I was ok and I start crying. It was awful!!!
So the next day DH shows me frozen wings he bought the night before, for lunch that day. Sweet, but I really had to stop myself from yelling - I don't want that kind!!!!!!!!
But it doesn't even matter, 'cause we end up leaving for our separate planes before we even get to try them. (Mom calls later thanking us for the great dinner - arrgh).Flash forward to tonight when dh comes home from getting a video and has a pizza in hand. Plus one other box. Wings from Little Caesar's! Such a sweetie. He hates wings (chicken on the bone grosses him out), so they're only for me. I have to smile and thank him as I eat them all - totally not what I'm craving! He just doesn't get it, but so wants to make me happy. I realize I'm one of the luckiest girls in the world.
But I still crave wings.
: Bravo to to so many sweet DH's that try so hard but have no way of knowing the powers of the specifics of the mighty craving, including mine. 
) has me in it's viscious clutches and I cannot remember specifics right now. 
For now I will continue to LMAO at hurling potato stories and other meltdowns. 
Big hugs. 
Somebody better give you some major TLC real soon! 
