The other day, Chad was grieving the special moments we will never share again now that I'm a vegetarian. "Like what?" I asked. "Like when you would order a barbecue plate and couldn't finish it," he moaned. So I guess what he's really missing are the special moments he shared with my leftover food. Somehow, he'll make it through.
From the oatmeal improvement department: Thank you to everyone for your ideas. I'll try some of them in the future. For now, my strategy is to find something really interesting on TV (there's always something on "E!") so I can get engrossed in it and forget what I'm eating.
Highlight of this morning: speed-shopping through Target with Jenna because we were out of food at home and I needed to get stuff for her lunch on the way to her school. In the checkout, Jenna got really excited and started waving at the guy behind us in line, saying, "Hi, PaPa!" I looked at the guy and he really did resemble my dad. As we were walking out, Jenna kept turning around and looking at him. I had to reassure her that he did LOOK like PaPa, but the REAL PaPa was actually in Houston. I think she understood. Or she went to school wondering why PaPa came all the way to Arkansas only for us to leave him at Target.
There are worse places to be left.