So, here's how I turned into a pig last night...I was driving home, very tired, and very hungry. I picked up Charlie and he was snoozing in the backseat. I had already given much thought to what I wanted to eat for dinner, considering hubby was working very late. I was headed for Dairy Queen. I knew exactly what I wanted. And I deserved it, right? Being "in the motherly way" can really change your perspective. I thought, next time I am pregnant, I will always eat good and work out. But when you feel like you are gonna barf and only certain things sound good...you have to eat it right? Well, I arrived at the drive thru. There it was, a stupid piece of paper taped to the intercom that said "no credit cards. our machine is broken". I NEVER have cash! I tried to convince the poor fellow on the other side of the intercom that I needed some DQ and that there must be a way for me to get it. All he said was "sorry." I called my hubby in tears! As an afterthought, this was probably a little too much emotion for such an instance as this. My husband encouraged me to go to the ATM and pay the extra $1.50, after all, I NEEDED it. So, I went to the ATM. Well, that was a fiasco. The machine ate my card and gave me no cash. Someone came to help me, and this was very nice, except for the cigarette smoke that she blew in my face...now I was really ready to spew. Finally, I had my cash and was off to DQ. Well, the guy with the intercom must have recognized my voice (surely I hadn't been whiny?). He said, "so, you're back". And here is the part that turned me into a pig...I ordered exactly what I wanted...chili cheese dog, 4 piece chicken strip basket, and ice cream with peanut butter sauce. I was too hungry too wait until I got home, after all it was 5 miles away. I ate the toast from the basket...might I add that it was dripping in butter. Then, I scarfed a few fries. When I got home, Charlie woke up and helped me eat the chicken strips and ice cream, but I did not share my chili cheese dog...only because Charlie didn't want it...and I DID. Funny, I had just sworn that I would never eat a chili cheese dog again, after almost getting sick a few weeks back. So, last night you can easily see that I turned into a pig. I think I am back to myself for now...until the next hunger pain hits...yikes!