A chronic illness

Today Tom literally snatched my laptop away from me and dragged me out of my chair to go get a milkshake.

“Stop it.  This is porn.  You are masturbating.*  We were supposed to leave an hour ago.”

“I WASN’T FINISHED LOOKING AT THAT PAGE.”

“You are now.  It will be there when we get back.  You need to take a break.”

“BUT TOM.  DID YOU SEE THE CAKE ON THAT PAGE??”

“That was a photo.  The milkshakes are real.  Let’s go.”

“PHOTOS ARE REAL TOO.  IT WOULD BE REAL IF I BAKED IT.  I HAVE TO DECIDE WHICH CAKE I WANT TO MAKE FOR MY BIRTHDAY.”

“Your birthday is two months away.  And stop talking in caps lock.”

(*I was not masturbating.  However, I will admit that I may have been salivating.)

And then I sulked out the door and we went and got milkshakes and then came back and sat in bed and watched Digimon on Tom’s laptop but I still might have snuck on to some food blogs after he left to bookmark some more recipes.  I know the idea of “food porn” is not new, but the realization that I myself have become a chronic salivator is still a little disheartening.  And delicious.

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One Response to A chronic illness

  1. Bonnie says:

    You are well on your way to becoming a certified foodie!

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