Just a great big bowl of crazy

Danny insists that I post this, even though left to my own devices, I would forget about it and pretend it never happened. He says I have to do it because if he does then he's just being mean to his pregnant wife. Friday night it was getting late, and we had just gotten back from dinner with Sara and Justin. About thirty minutes after we got home, I scarfed the P.F. Chang's that I had brought home. Side note-I LOVE P.F. Chang's, it's AWESOME!! especially the lettuce wraps. Anyway, I was sitting at home, lying in bed next to my sweet husband, fantasizing about....an arby's french dip sub. (and if you thought anything else, shame on you!) I couldn't help it. Never mind that I had just consumed lettuce wraps, a fried dumpling, an order of honey chicken, brown rice, sugar snap peas, and a chocolaty dessert only a few hours earlier. I could not stop thinking about the taste and texture of the Au jus soaked bread with the juice dripping off the meat and imaging the different flavors dancing across my taste buds. I was literally almost salivating at the mere thought of it. But it was too late because Arby's was closed. And here's Dan's favorite part. When I realized that my dreams of french dips was not to be realized I actually shed a tear. And my supportive, wonderful husband looked at me in amazement and asked 'Are you actually crying over a sandwich? It's a sandwich!' Later, I was lying in bed, really sad, and I uttered the most pathetic and ridiculous thing I think I ever said. As Dan was trying to explain that it was not worth getting so upset about, I said "I gave up my chance for happiness for you" And he lost it. He was laughing hysterically for the rest of the night and into the next day. And that wound him up so much that he couldn't get to sleep, and started playing World of Warcraft. That's when I topped off the crazy meter. I marched into the front room and demanded that he log off. What I didn't tell him is that my reason for wanting him off the computer was that I was bitter about the Arby's and felt that since I couldn't have what I wanted, then he shouldn't have his happiness either.