Crrrrravings

I sometimes think that there is a little monster living inside me that feeds only on cookies.  I can usually have just a little bit of something that I’m craving, or even substitute something similar (fruit instead of candy, edamame instead of chips), but not if I’m craving cookies.  If someone brings cookies to the office, it feels like there is a creature inside me that will actually reach out of my mouth, grab a cookie from the package, and drag it down my throat.  The wicked beast turns my head and forces me to look at the cookies each time I walk to the copier, insisting that I admire their sweet cheerfulness.  And, of course, the crumby things do make me cheerful.  That little zap of sugar will just perk me right up.  But only for a little while, and then……Must.  Have.  Cooooooooookie.  The varmint starts right up again.  I swear it’s not really me.  It’s my own inner cookie fiend.

BTW, as of yesterday afternoon, Awesome Coworker is now officially an Awesome Mommy!  Hooray! 

Eat Like a Bird

I just poured out the edamame that I brought for lunch and it is a perfect, cone-shaped pile.  It looks like the birdseed that Wile E. Coyote used to pour on his targets in the cartoons.  I am hideously tempted to eat one bean at a time, without using my fork (or my chopsticks).  But I'm at work and these people already think I'm weird because I collect rubber duckies.  They would have me carted away if I suddenly said "meep-meep" and started eating like the Roadrunner.