I can't believe what I just said.
Simply can't believe it.
Joe just now, I mean right now, showed me a bag of baby carrots. We were talking about the 'split pea and cauliflower' soup that we're making this evening for dinner. Joe was reviewing what we had and what we needed to pick up. The recipe called for two medium carrots. Joe, finding a half bag of baby carrots, brought them to me and asked, do you think that these would be enough?
I looked at them and said, "Yes, but I'd rather keep them as snacks ..."
Carrots aren't snacks!
Carrots are carrots and unless they are turned into carrot cake or carrot muffins or carrot pudding, they aren't snacks.
I took my temperature.
I checked my pulse.
I went over my morning pills. I haven't overdosed.
That's not the WORST OF IT!!
I then said, "... and the fibre will help keep us from getting bunged up."
THAT'S NOT THE WORST OF IT!!!
Then Joe, lovely Joe, said, "Yeah, since we increased the amount of fibre that we've been eating I've been much more regular."
We've turned the corner.
We're talking about fibre.
We're talking about poop.
And we're eating carrots for snack!
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO US!!!!!!!!!???????????