Consternation

It was a dark and stormy day....

Yesterday was a day combining two of my least favorite things.

Thunderstorms.


And diets. You can't spell it without "die." Look, I am so hungry I have to lick out the inside of empty plastic bags.


I'm forced to practically devour my own chops. Mad with the hunger am I.


And another gratuitous tongue shot.


But good things come to those who wait. Underneath a sky threatening to open up with rain, I ate one of my favorite dinners with great haste. Quails! From Canada! And my favorite part of them is that they are from Quebec and the label is in French and Spanish and we buy them at the "Oriental Grocery." It's like the whole world is in my mouth!

And since they are from Canada I pretend I am dining with my Frosty Flirtador from the North, Ms. Sophie La Brador. She certainly would not make fun of the mad gleam in my eye as my cruel ma ape did. And she would never, ever make me diet. Because she loves me just as I am. Even as I flee to the bathroom to hide under the laundry bags during the thunder.