It is common knowledge that a man will revert back to the wild in a rather quick fashion when his woman is no longer around.
Gigi and I have been apart since Sunday and I’ve started doing very stupid man stuff.
Last night I ate one of those tiny boxes of something you throw in the microwave and nothing else. Gigi would have fixed a salad and maybe a roll, set the table, and had a civilized dinner while we watched some girly type sitcom.
I ate the hot stuff from the box and drank a beer.
I switched over to the NFL channel (not on Gigi’s watch) and there was some fantastic footage of games gone by. Why not another beer? Damn I’m still hungry.
So I looked in the cabinet and realize that I am too lazy to even heat a can of anything. What’s that…chipped beef?
I pop the jar of chipped beef and enjoy the salty dried concoction as I drink beer, watch football and fall asleep on the sofa.
What was I thinking, salt, beer, my back is sore, can you say bloated and dehydrated?
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If it makes you feel any better, Chris is exactly the same way. Eats whatever disgusting concoction is easiest to make and strays as little from his recliner as possible.
Sheesh, men.
I haven't been camping in quite a while, but I was once a boy scout. I never once remember coming across microwave dinner boxes, beer, or cans of chipped beef in the wild. 'course, this was in California, not NC... all we ever found was tofu, sushi and white wine.
Wow. And just to prove it goes both ways, without a man, I've become exactly the same sort of creature: slathering goat cheese on anything crispy, microwaving stouffer's creamed chipped beef...powerloading caffeine..
Yep, that's good living :)
Actually, contrary to Ali's comment, my meals are pretty healthy now.
Just the other day, I had some cheese, crackers, and some nice Tuna slices from the can. It was easy AND good!!!
I'm eating out tonight. I can cook but I hate to do it just for myself.
Fro mthe title of this post I automatically assumed this was going to have to do something with shitting in the woods.
My bad...
I guess we can't call you a "happy camper" when Gigi's not around.
All men do that.
Actually, contrary to Chris' comment - he still eats disgusting man food. Maybe healthier, but still disgusting.
Don't let him try and fool you.
I hate to admit it, but years of the hubby working rotating shifts have made me develop very similar habits. It's hard to find the motivation to do more when it's just you.
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