Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Secret Behaviour

A few days ago Mr. Rogue was outside working in the garage so I decided to hang out on the couch reading a book. I am a salt prostitute. I salt so much that I am not sure what I would do without it. I know it is bad and I do try to keep it cut down, but occasionally I just HAVE to have some. My favourite vehicle for a salt craving are miniature pretzels which I make sure to keep a reserve of behind the liquor in the top cabinet for when I cannot keep the craving at bay. That day the craving was so bad that I was actually just eating the salt off the miniature pretzels and discarding the pretzel part like little miniature corns. I did not even realize I was doing it because I was super engrossed in my novel. That is when Mr. Rogue walked in the door and caught me. I felt like a little kid who had been caught doing something that they shouldn’t. This is a downside to marriage, someone sees all those things that really you would rather just keep to yourself. It is your secret ‘I am alone’ behaviour.

I tell this story because of the bizarrely weird dream I had last night. It has to do with one of the wedding gifts that we got, which also happens to be one of my favourites. Ms. Ivy League purchased a Himalayan Salt Block that you heat up in the oven and cook on. Last night I had a dream that I took this salt block out of the kitchen, that I secreted it into our bedroom and hid it under my pillow, where I then proceeded to lick it all night long. Strange dreams come to a creative mind.

1 comment:

paul peggy zeus said...

That's a really weird dream. . . are you sure you didn't really have it under your pillow?

I can't believe your little girl ripped her stiches out - BAD GIRL!

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