Monday, March 8, 2010
My wife has P.M.S. It's ok though. All women have to deal with it. As a result, men do too (because we love our women so much). Anyone who knows me, knows that I love my freakin' amazing wife more than anything, even when this beast comes to call. I was raised in a household of 5 boys, no girls. Including my father, in the count we outnumbered my mother 6 to 1. Needless to say if the beast was around then... I never even knew it existed. I consider myself a rather "middle of the road" kind of guy and one thing I love about Britt is that she deals a bit more in the extremes. Between the both of us we cover the whole spectrum. Well, Britt's affinity for the extremes hold no bounds during that time of the month. One minute she's trying to blow my house down and the next she can't keep her little hands off me! I can't help but love her even when the Britt I get is the first of the two. Last night was one such night.
It was approaching midnight and Britt started getting her typical late night hunger pangs (nothing new there). But, this was a little different. ...a little more picky and a lot more whiney. Rice-a-roni. She ached for it. It went something like this:
Britt: "I. am. starving."
Grant: "Go eat something."
5 minutes later...
Britt: "Uhhh I'm freakin' hungry."
Grant: "Eat something already."
3 minutes later...
Britt "I am so hungry."
Grant: "Do you want me to make you something? What do you want?"
Britt: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't know... Nothing sounds good!"
Grant: "We have plenty of food."
Britt: "Nothing sounds good."
Britt: (makes really annoyed sigh)
1.5 minutes later...
Britt: "Rice-a-roni sounds good."
Britt: "All I want is Rice-a-roni, nothing else sounds good."
Grant: "Well then make it."
Britt: "It takes forever!"
2 minutes later...
10 seconds later...
Britt: "I really want Rice-a-roni"
Grant: "You want me to make it for you?"
Britt: "No... It will take too long. I really want it though."
Grant: "You sure??"
Britt: "Yeah, I'm fine."
5 minutes later...
She-beast Britt: "AHHHHH! ALL I WANT IS CARBS!!! THAT'S ALL I WANT!!"
Had enough Grant: "Ok then..."
Wanting to prove to her we had all the carbs she could want, I preceded to the kitchen. I dumped the contents of a laundry basket out all over the floor and grabbed anything carbohydrate and filled the basket to overflowing. Trisket crackers, Saltine crackers, bread, bagels, pitas, tortillas, chips and ramen noodles walked into the living room with me. Britt all snuggled up on the couch couldn't be more puzzled at the sight. I walked straight over to her and dumped the entire basket on top of her. We both laughed uncontrollably. In the end I think she only ended up eating 2 Pringles.
It is times like last night that I realize how lucky I am that I married my best friend.