Mood Swings and Parfaits

debrian08

One of our student assistants just brought me a McD's parfait. I don't really like them but was really touched. Like, really, really touched. I wanted to hug her, and I think I teared up a little.

I didn't hug her, but thanked her and she went back to our main office. I took off the top and the parfait smells live heaven. Heaven. I want to dive into it, literally. 

I'm kind of scared to eat it, because parfait consistency makes me a little squeamish on a non-pg stomach and I've been feeling a little queasy. But it smells too good. Parfait's are suddenly an amazing, gorgeous, yummy food. 

There is still a part of me that is squeamish about the texture, but it's being thrown in a box, chained, and thrown out to sea by my pg belly.

After having snapped at poor DH last night for some small thing, I hope that he gets this side of the mood swings too. He probably deserves that hug more than my SA.