If you're human, you probably understand how cravings work. If you've ever been pregnant, you laugh at the mere mention of cravings.
This evening, after a lovely supper of
prosciutto-wrapped chicken and roasted green beans, I suddenly had a craving for pancakes. (No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I'm SURE.) I don't eat pancakes very often, because I usually feel a bit of the "I-can't-believe-I-ate-the-whole-thing" syndrome afterwards. But IHOP (or was it Denny's?) just had a commercial come on tv a few minutes ago and they were showing pancakes. Oh they looked so delicious, with butter melting and syrup dripping. Yum! I'm telling you, we're going to be having pancakes before the week is through. But don't you dare say I told you so, when I get that ICBIATWT feeling again. Just let me relish in my misery, won't you?
Before I ever thought of pancakes, I was driving home from work this afternoon, and I had to stop for several long stoplights, and also waited in line at the bank drive-thru for over 30 minutes. When I had the chance, I would pick up the
Oklahoma Gazette I had with me and read a sentence or two. I had the thought, as I annoyingly put down my paper in order to drive, that if I were rich, I'd certainly like to have a chauffeur. There would be times I'd rather drive myself, but boy it would be nice to sit back and read and catch up on blogs (I'd have a laptop with me you know) and all those things I don't have time for now, because I have to worry about not hitting a car on the road, and pesky things like that.
Brad has decided that if he were rich (which would mean I'd be rich too), he'd like two homes - one in New England at which to spend Christmas, and one somewhere tropical at which to spend the summer. And since I'm rich because he is, I'd pick out the summer house which would be somewhere on a Caribbean beach. We could get a chauffeur who also knows how to pilot a plane and a yacht. We'd have to stop at IHOP (or was that Denny's?) and get pancakes to get rid of this craving of mine, and I'm sure the other three members of my family would want to eat too. But I'm a nice person (I think), so I'd buy a stack of pancakes for our driver/pilot/captain too. Oh waiter! Five stacks of pancakes please!
