Randy is going to hate that title. I mean, really hate it. Randy nags me about blog post titles all the time.
I can hear him now. “Michelle. Sweetheart. This looks like a recipe post. You don’t write recipe posts.”
My first choice for the blog post title was Something Sweet For The Motherfucking Kids, but I’m afraid that would make Randy’s head for real pop off.
Have you guys seen Aunt Fee videos? I love her so goddamn much. That’s where my title comes from.
You know what I wish? I wish I could improve my diet and not fantasize about Gene Wilder. Not any Gene Wilder. Willy Wonka Gene Wilder.
I hope when we die and go to heaven, we get to meet Willy Wonka and drink from a chocolate river.
Yes, I know that didn’t go well for Augustus Gloop, but this is heaven and you totally get to drink from the chocolate river in heaven.
We have been making some herculean attempts at improving our diet.
We have very nearly succeeded, sometimes making it 36 hours before eating cinnamon toast and hot chocolate. Or buying little powdered donuts. Fucking hell, I’d give Randy’s left nut for some little powdered donuts right now.
On a scale between “organic, gluten free shit that tastes like lawn clippings” and “Just lower me face first into a vat of sausage gravy” we are at the “meh, low calorie frozen dinners aren’t as bad as gummy worms and lard for lunch”.
Our sort-of-improved-diet requires we have something sweet.
We are willing to eat something small and willing to sacrifice rich and delicious for barely acceptable.
So, I’d say, for the last few days we have totally done the least we can do. Not perfect. But 80 calorie coconut ice cream bars and sugar free chocolate pudding are better than a king size Butterfinger or Ben and Jerry’s.
We made dinner that consisted of frozen, pre-assembled chicken cordon bleu and sauteed asparagus. At least “value meal” can’t be used to describe our dinner.
We finished eating and I went to take a shower. Randy went to his office.
After an undetermined time, he decided I had been in the shower too long and returned to the kitchen. To be fair, I had been in the shower a ridiculously long time. I had a fuck ton of made up arguments to catch up on.
I hate to brag, but my record remains unbroken. I have still won every single made up argument that I have in the shower.
I got out of the shower and heard Randy downstairs. I wrapped my hair up, put on my ratty bathrobe, and went downstairs to join him.
Randy: You were in the shower forever.
Me: Yeah. Long day.
Randy: I was going to make us both a drink, but I didn’t know what you wanted, so I came downstairs and made myself a drink.
Me: That’s cool. I have ice water.
Randy: Man, I have to tell you about the pudding.
Me: What about the pudding.
Randy: I saw the wrapper for the coconut ice cream on the counter. Was that you?
Me: Yes.
Randy: I should be a detective.
Me: Sure, Kojak. Joey’s at work. I’m the only other person here. If you didn’t eat it, then it’s not much of a mystery.
Randy: Anyway, that made me want something sweet. But I didn’t want that. So I looked for some pudding cups 
and I saw the cardboard pudding thingy and the goddamn thing was empty.
Me: I think that was Joey.
Randy: I looked again and there was a 4 pack in the back on the bottom shelf.
Randy: I was very happy.
Me: I get that.
Randy: There was not a single piece of clean silverware. None. No forks, knives, or spoons. Not even measuring spoons. There was only a meat thermometer, a turkey baster, and bottle caps.
Me: It drives me nuts when you put beer caps in the silverware drawer. The fucking garbage can is right there.
Randy: That’s not the point.
Randy: Anyway, I know I started the dishwasher earlier. I went in the dishwasher and nothing was clean. Someone must have stopped it.
Me: Pretty sure that was Joey, too.
Randy: I got a spoon out and washed it. Then, I started the dishwasher. I looked around the kitchen to see if I could add anything else since the dishwasher was running. I only found a shot glass and spoon. So, I got a pudding out of the fridge and went to get the spoon that I just washed. It was the spoon I put in the dishwasher.
Me: HAHAHAHAHA
Randy: I didn’t have the pudding.
Me: You didn’t have any?
Randy: I know when it’s time to admit defeat.
Let me end this by saying that in thinking about writing this post, I got to thinking about pudding cups. Randy had gone back upstairs and I was still in the kitchen. The dishwasher had just started. Then I spied a plastic spoon by the stove, behind the garlic and the lemons that Randy missed. I had used the spoon to measure olive oil for sauteing the asparagus. I ran cold water over the spoon and kind of wiped the oil beads off with my fingers. Then I dried it with a paper towel because I’m not a savage.
The inside of my mouth is a little oily now, but I had my pudding. Because unlike Randy, I am not a quitter.
Photo courtesy of Michal Jarmoluk
LOL not a quitter. Yay! Also yay for winning the arguments in the shower. I’ve had some epic victories in the shower myself.
If only I could take my shower self with me where ever I go….I would be unstoppable.
So the takeaway from this is that if Randy ever starts to argue with you go take a shower and continue the argument from in there. That way you always win.
Also something about how you can’t have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat and by that I mean, why the fuck did Joey stop the dishwasher? Does it use up all the hot water and was he trying to take a shower? And if so whom was he arguing with?
I don’t think Joey really did it. Probably Randy didn’t start it or something. I just automatically blame Joey when he’s not home. Haha.
I win every argument in the shower too. And I live alone so I could argue with myself anywhere but I like to limit my arguments especially if I think they’re going to turn physical. though how I would do that I have no idea
I’m seeing a nutritionist. It’s hell. Worse than hell. Do you know what 30 grams of carbs are? Two little apples. I hate apples but they’re good in smoothies. Still I don’t want my carb quota in fruit! I like vegetables. Roasted in way too much olive oil!
Oh man..yes. I know all about the carbs. This is not our first rodeo. I love carbs. Carbs.
I was totally like, “Don’t be quitter!! Never admit defeat to pudding cups!”
But then, you saved the day and ate that li’l fucker all up!
Thank you. That would have been in my ‘advice giving’ shower argument this morning.
I ALWAYS give the best advice in my ‘shower talk.’
Right after I win the very real argument 😉
And the title: Something Sweet For The Motherfucking Kids? Well, I couldn’t get here any faster, but bet I woulda skimmed the top real fast while I got ready to read for real 😀
Gonna go check out Aunt Fee!
I hope you liked Aunt Fee, she cracks me the fuck up.
You guys absolutely crack me up! You make me wish I still lived up there. We would have a blast!
We’d get into so much trouble!
The first time I read through this, I thought you were saying that Randy left to go to his office and that you were still in the shower when he got home at the end of the day. Second time through, I realized he probably has a home office and wasn’t gone for 8 hours.
ooohhhhh…good point. I just assume y’all know everything in my head and I don’t have to explain it.hahahaha
“Yes, I know that didn’t go well for Augustus Gloop, but this is heaven and you totally get to drink from the chocolate river in heaven.”
Fuck yeah. You only get sucked into a giant tube in hell, right?
“The inside of my mouth is a little oily now, but I had my pudding. Because unlike Randy, I am not a quitter. “
Goddammit, now I want pudding.
Why wouldn’t you want it. It’s awesome and it shouldn’t be, it hangs in the back of your throat in a way that SHOULD be disgusting but is actually awesome.
I used to know a woman named Annette who Aunt Fee reminded me of. She was hell on wheels. Probably still is, but I haven’t seen her since around 2000.
I’ve been trying to cook more, as that means we eat less fast food, but sometimes I get thwarted like last night. Right as I was finishing the prep for a rice, pasta, vegetables, linguica, and chicken dish, Jackie walked in with a hamburger from Wendy’s. So what did I do? I started the rice and sat down and ate the burger, that’s what I did.
My doctor says I’m probably doing OK as long as I’m not putting on weight, and the last time he weighed me I was down three pounds from the time before, so I guess I’m good.
I should still try a little harder, though.
Also, “Something Sweet for the Motherfucking Kids” sounds like a good title to me.
Haha…yeah, we have far too many nights where dinner becomes: Drive thru? yessssss….
Ya’ll crack me up 🙂
I don’t eat sweets that much because it’s been hammered into my head and I have issues. But when I want it, I want it. As in, I will use my fucking fingers if there’s no silverware in the house and I decide I need to eat a pudding cup. Luckily I haven’t gotten to that point, but I have no doubt that is what I would do.
I have totally eaten pudding cups with my fingers. Not gonna lie.
I get my sugar from wine so no pudding cups for me. I like that you’re not a quitter, Michelle. You spot an opportunity and make the most of it. Plastic spoon or no…I would def drink wine from a plastic wine cup that once had olive oil in it. 😛
I love you. I raise my oily spoon to you.
I can tell Randy hasn’t hit sugar craving rock bottom yet, because those more desperate than he have persevered and found a workaround for this problem:
http://www.instructables.com/id/Improvised-Pudding-Spoon/
You are so kind to provide him with this information. Hahahaha
Restrictive diets are a bitch. If I believed in heaven once there you could eat anything you wanted with absolutely no ill health ramifications! Now we all know why I don’t believe in heaven!!
They are a bitch. But I literally have no more time to fuck about with this. It can’t just be words. I have to take care of shit. It’s hard as shit.