So you had a bad day…no, wait that’s a song. Lemme start again. So I had a busy day. Many little errands and trips planned here and there. You know how busy days go…you’re running and you don’t have time to eat a proper meal, so you grab a bite of this; a nibble of that.
I bit and nibbled my entire day; a spoonful of cottage cheese, a half sandwich and handfull of pretzels, some grapes. It was not a non-nutritious day entirely; just a wobbly nutritious day. Can’t eat…gotta go. This kept up all the way to the evening when I dashed over to church to assist my pastor with a meeting; munching a trail bar in the car.
By the time I got home that night I was h.u.n.g.r.y. But I don’t normally eat at night because it never turns out well. I perused the refrigerator, the cupboards, surfed the countertop and back to the refrigerator again. I settled on two of the small snack-sized Activia yogurts with a handful of Fiber One cereal tossed on top for good measure. That should satisfy me and Jamie Lee Curtis tells me on a regular basis how good this stuff is for me.
Imagine my surprise when at 2 a.m. I go into nightmare mode. There I am in the local gas station filling up the POC car with gas and the nozzle gets stuck. I can’t get the gas to stop and the tank is full. Gas is pouring out my car and rapidly gathering all around me and I find that my feet are literally glued to the concrete. Then to make this nightmare really interesting up walks the Marlboro Man with a lit cigarette. I’m pressing the button on the gas pump machine and yelling into the speaker “Clean-up on Aisle 7” to no avail. Fortunately, EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer jumped on the bed and woke me up. Ack.
‘Spose Jamie Lee wants me to recount what Activia does for me in one of her commercials? Activi oy vey…sigh…