Nama had a mouse last night.
I had some stress going on yesterday. A lot of it.
It made me want to eat. A lot. So I did.
Now, this mouse…normally, I would have had full body shivers and would imagine a mouse behind every corner. However, when I saw the little bitty baby mouse, I had an “Aw” moment and wished I could go hug my dog.
I know. I’m pitiful.
I miss my dog every day. Lots and lots (I’m going with the word “lots” today, forgive me) of times all during the day and especially at night. I either grieve for him or think he’s just going to sidle up by me any minute and rub against my arm. When he doesn’t, I’m reminded that he’s gone and I feel very, very sad.
And apparently, more stressed.
Little did I know that when I’m having a week like this one, with a crazy weekend coming up like this one…that sitting down and holding him a while works wonders for me.
Now I know.
And all I want to do is eat.
Before you get any ideas, no…I DON’T want another dog. I just want Alex. And pizza. A chocolate malt. A cheeseburger with bleu cheese. Chocolate cake. Chocolate pie.