Thursday, January 3, 2013

Thank You for Vomiting, Napoleon

I have a confession. I'm ashamed to admit this, because I already reported one dismal failure in the form of a tasty pizza last night. But, because I feel I'm among friends, I will share. I almost slipped AGAIN. Here's why:


I got these yummy morsels in my Christmas stocking. They had been stashed in a bag, which was wadded up and jammed in a cupboard. You know: out of sight, out of mind? HA! Those damn Butterfingers have been shouting at me for 24 hours: "Eat me! We're sweet and crunchy and delicious! One or four won't hurt! EAT ME!" (Does this happen to you -- food bellowing at you? Yes? Good! I was worried it was only me.)

Like yesterday, I ate a wholesome breakfast, super low-fat lunch, a banana, some grapes...and then I heard the muffled yet irresistible siren call of the Butterfingers. Somehow, the wadded up bag ended up out of the cupboard and on the couch next to me. I successfully ignored it for a couple of hours, thinking about how lame I'd feel when I was finished shoveling them in.

And then Fate intervened. Immediately after cat dinner time, I heard plaintive mewling from the living room. I assumed it was Napoleon (aka Captain Nap) and his sister Squeaky the Cat playing. The mewling grew louder, and then it turned into a repeated "blerph!" Yes, old Capt. Nap regurgitated his half of the duck-flavored canned food he has to eat because of a food allergy. That stuff smells gross from the can; you can imagine how it smells upon being expelled. I cleaned it up and, feeling slightly nauseated, put the Butterfingers away. So, thank you, Napoleon, for vomiting.

8 comments:

  1. Oh ya, I forgot to mention how hard it is to give up chocolate ;)

    Thanks for stopping by my blogs.

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    1. Oh, swell. Good thing I hate chocolate. [insert eye-rolling emoticon here]

      I was delighted to find your other blog, and as a bird lover, I especially loved the cardinal haiku and picture, but the others were beautiful too.

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  2. Stay strong! And might I suggest purging your cupboards of all tempting morsels?! We can offer a good home to them over here if you want to donate! MK

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    1. MK,

      What a kind offer! I actually had the bag in my hand this morning, all set to give it to my husband to take to work, but I couldn't pull the trigger, so to speak. Maybe by Monday I'll have the strength to part with the treats...stay tuned!

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  3. Throw out the #@$% Butterfingers! Do not have them in the house! :-)

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    1. You are so right. They will be far too tempting, I know.

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  4. Only thing more disgusting than cat vomit on a clean rug is watching the preparing. LOL Oh, shag rugs. Thank Gawd those are history!

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    1. It's comical how, upon hearing the onset of an "episode," I'll try to race into the general vicinity, with a newspaper or magazine clutched in my hand, in an attempt to get between him and the rug. More often than not, this doesn't work. Never had to deal with a shag rug. Yikes!!!

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