So I am a veg head. This most of you know. I love it, I have been for 15 years and it's the best decision I ever made. For me. :0)

Yesterday I was indulging in my latest favorite chocolate - low weigh watcher point - wonder (100 calorie Hostess chocolate cupcakes) when I started thinking, what the hell is *IN* these that lets them be so yummy but so low calorie?

I was totally taken aback when I saw the ingredient "BEEF FAT". Seriously??? Since when is there BEEF in cupcakes??? Dayum. I totally enjoyed the relationship I shared with these fine chocolate lovelies but we had to break up. I am still sad today, but I am glad I know. It makes me wonder where the hell else I am going to find beef fat. Bleh.

In other news, I wasn't happy with R last night. It started with him being AWOL at work via email, which is ok, but I still prefer an email saying "hey babe, I am crazy busy, love you." Nuff said. I have told him this before. He was doing well for awhile. Sooo I was miffed by that but whatever. Maybe he was crazy busy and forgot to tell me.

Then I texted him at about 6pm to let him know the highway was treacherous and the back way was great. No response. At 6:30 I wrote again asking why he was still ignoring me (like when he was at work). No response. F-IIIIIIIN-AH (aka fine in a whiny voice - hehe) meanwhile I am wondering if he's in a fiery crash and he can't get back to me, since he's usually home before 6:30. bleh numero 2.

THEN he texts me at 7 and says he's late leaving from work. Bleh. I wrote back and said thanks for letting me know. AKA why the hell didn't ya let me know earlier??? Now in all fairness, he can't bring his cell phone inside while at work. SO that's why he didn't see my texts. I think the boy has forgotten the all important invention of a telephone.

Anywho!

Next item! He gets home and I am noticeably unhappy with him. Nothing major, just super short answers and no questions about the mans day. Problemo numero 4. The man asks me if I have eaten. I said no. About a half hour later when I wasn't getting up to get him something he gets up and throws some leftover spaghetti on a plate. He comes back to the couch and starts eating. Never a word to me about if I would like some. Seriously? I am thinking that is the treatment he'll get from now on. Instead of delivering the food (that I spend my time making for us) to him on the couch, I will make something then come back with a plate for myself and start eating. Men.

So I am annoyed.

This morning I was still annoyed since he never seemed to really notice that I was mad to begin with. BUT I was trying not to be a biotch, just kinda not talkin to him much and not feeding off what he was telling me about his day... FINALLY he says "Are you mad at me?" I said yes. He then asks why (right before he's leaving for work) so I said we'll talk later.

I know he's awesome and I am lucky to have him but sometimes his INCONSIDERATE ARSE pisses me off.

Nuff said.

HAPPY THURSDAY!!!