Anya woke me up at 6:30 this morning to be fed. I usually go back to bed after I feed her, but today I had this conversation with myself instead:
Stomach: Mom and Dad sent me an Easter package with lots
of chocolate inside. I could have a tasty treat right now. There's a
caramel egg in there...
Brain: No. I'm going back to bed, and there's no eating until I wake up. You know that, Stomach. I'm on a diet.
Stomach: Diet schmiet. Think of that chocolate and caramel...
Brain: Chocolate is not breakfast.
Stomach: You're no fun. It used to be breakfast--
Brain: But it's not anymore. No chocolate for breakfast.
Besides, it'll make you hurt after you eat it. You never feel good when
you have chocolate for breakfast.
Stomach: That's a risk I'm willing to take. Smooth milk chocolate and ooey gooey caramel...
Brain: No! I'm going back to bed!
Stomach: There's a chocolate-covered Peep too. You've never tried those. Could be good. Think of all that chocolate...
Can you guess who won?
When I finally woke up an hour-and-a-half later, I had a
stomachache, just like my brain said I would. Go figure. It tasted
really good though. Maybe I'll have something healthy for lunch.