Saturday, Farmer H took me to the casino to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. We both lost money, but it was expendable income which we quickly disposed of, so we're not paupers. Yet.
Farmer H's original idea was to have lunch at the burger place inside the casino. He called me around 11:00, as he was closing up his Storage Unit Store due to bad weather and no business. Of course I had JUST put three pans of Chex Mix into the oven. It takes two hours to cook, with stirring mandatory every 15 minutes. So by the time I got ready, and we swove up there, we hit the casino around 2:30.
Farmer H fed himself a lunch of two hot dogs, leftover Chex Mix Bugles, and two cookies from the AUCTION dough. So he said we'd just make the burgers our supper. At 4:00. That was fine with me, since I'd had nothing but some peanut butter crackers on the way there. I even had two left for a future Jack and Juno treat, because I don't like the kind on the bright orange crackers. I prefer the round plain crackers.
Anyhoo...we lost some money, ate a pretty good lunch, and were back home at 6:00. Too late for my 44 oz Diet Coke! I was okay with that. I do keep 20 oz bottles of it in the basement mini fridge for emergencies like this. I put away the Chex Mix, now completely cooled, and treated myself for a bowl to take down to my lair to complement my Diet Coke. I also made up a container for Farmer H.
In the midst of these preparations, I made a visit to my now-unstained master bathroom facilities. This trip requires passing behind the La-Z-Boyed Farmer H. When I came out, I saw that he'd made a trip to the kitchen. He was eating TWO pieces of cheesecake (chocolate, and strawberry-topped), with an individual cup of strawberry and chocolate swirled ice cream on the side!
"Are you kidding me? TWO pieces of cheesecake?"
"I didn't have one last night, so now I'm having two. They were stuck together. So I just had them both."
"Because it's SO hard to pull two pieces of pre-cut different cheesecake slices apart. You say that because you got caught! For all I know, you're having two every night. And not even any protein with them! Are you falling into a coma yet?"
"Oh! I need to go take my medicine. I'll take TWO, ha, ha!"
"If you insist on eating sugar, you HAVE to have some protein with it, at least. Even those pork rinds there will help."
"Huh. 8 grams of protein per serving. 0 carbohydrates."
"SEE? You have to be smarter about this. When you don't answer your phone over in the BARn, I'm pretty sure it's because you're laying on the floor in a coma, from eating auction cherry pies..."
"No, HM. I'm not eating cherry pies. I told you, they was my buddy's wife's. We all buy things, and set them in a pile."
Farmer H opened up the Chex Mix. Obviously not sated by his just-eaten snack and additional pork rinds.
"THAT'S all carbs! Except for the nuts."
"I'm not going to eat it ALL!"
We'll see. Since I would be downstairs in my lair, and he would not be under observation.
6 comments:
Yes, they're quick to make excuses when you catch them red-handed (or cheesecake-handed).
Too bad we both don't have a PITA-cam (similar to a nanny-cam). However, the things we might have to view would probably be horrifying...
Sioux,
I don't want the truth, nor could I handle the truth, of a PITA-cam. Likewise, I wouldn't want a pet cam, to see what my dogs and cats were doing in my house while I was at work. Of course, not having inside pets, and not working, that's a dilemma I don't have to face.
It's a shame he doesn't take his diabetes more seriously. He's just a walking time bomb. Better you should send the cheesecake to me.
River,
Yes, it IS a shame. I had gestational diabetes with both boys, and I did not cheat ONCE. I tested my blood sugar with a finger stick three times a day. Kept it under control. The worst episode was a slight rise after we grabbed a quarter pounder for supper in a rush after work to our childbirth class pre-Genius. I guess they'd put too much ketchup on it.
Farmer H, on the other hand, got that thing that sticks on his arm, because it hurt his tender fingers to use the sticking needle. And he cheats in plain sight, and covertly. I guess he thinks his medicine will take care of it.
You are so selfless, to volunteer to take that cheesecake off our hands to protect Farmer H.
My mum developed gestational diabetes with her last child and it wasn't picked up, so of course it got worse. Every time she was found unconscious at home (I wasn't living there at the time) it was rumored that she took sleeping pills and overdosed. I don't know when the diabetes was discovered, only that her optometrist mentioned it when he saw something at her eye exam. after that she still ate what she pleased except jam because that cause a huge rise in blood sugar, and she relied on her medication to keep her safe. Then she got bowel cancer....
River,
That's too bad. I had to take a 3-hour test that involved drinking syrupy stuff and taking my blood.
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