Tummy trouble
Oct. 26th, 2009 02:55 pmDamn lying tummy. I had a conversation with it this afternoon which went like this:
Me: We have to eat, tummy. What's it gonna be?
Tummy: I'm upset.
Me: I know, you've been upset all day. We still have to eat.
Tummy: No.
Me: Come on, tummy, be a sport. We have to eat.
Tummy: NACHOS!
Me: Tummy, are you off your rocker? Nachos? Really?
Tummy: Nachos nachos nachos. With sour cream.
Me: Tummy... you are fooling me.
Tummy: I'm an innocent tummy. I want nachos.
Me: Are you sure? Really sure? This isn't going to make you more upset?
Tummy: Give me nachos. Now.
Me: Ooookay, we'll get nachos to go and sit in the botanical garden.
Now the Tummy is upset. Big time. Stupid tummy. Why did I listen to it? Its like a bad two year old or something equally irrational.
Me: We have to eat, tummy. What's it gonna be?
Tummy: I'm upset.
Me: I know, you've been upset all day. We still have to eat.
Tummy: No.
Me: Come on, tummy, be a sport. We have to eat.
Tummy: NACHOS!
Me: Tummy, are you off your rocker? Nachos? Really?
Tummy: Nachos nachos nachos. With sour cream.
Me: Tummy... you are fooling me.
Tummy: I'm an innocent tummy. I want nachos.
Me: Are you sure? Really sure? This isn't going to make you more upset?
Tummy: Give me nachos. Now.
Me: Ooookay, we'll get nachos to go and sit in the botanical garden.
Now the Tummy is upset. Big time. Stupid tummy. Why did I listen to it? Its like a bad two year old or something equally irrational.