While walking my dog, Mambo, this morning, I ran into a woman with a charming little dog. Our dogs hit it off, so we walked together. The woman told me that she was fostering Charlie and if I was interested, I could adopt him.
I knew my husband didn’t want another dog. Still, I couldn’t help noticing how well Charlie and Mambo got on. And Charlie was cute and sweet and before I knew it I was imagining bringing him home. By the end of the walk I was head-over-heals in love with him and wanted to adopt him.
I spent the next few hours cleaning the house because we were having company over for dessert. Then I made my friend Katherine’s The Most Delicious Chocolate Cake Ever and Crunchy Peanut Butter Cookies. The cake would have been plenty for the few guests we were having, but I go overboard for company.
I also go overboard with sampling. I try not to pig out when I make goodies, but I always do. By the time I finished baking I felt sick and was upset with myself for overindulging.
When my husband got home I asked him about his day and then went into my pitch about adopting Charlie. He (my husband, not Charlie) shut me down and I knew he wasn’t going to budge. I was crestfallen.
As I was doing the dinner dishes, two of our party guests called to cancel. We still had a couple of other people coming, so I put out snacks. At 8 o’clock I wondered where everyone was and by 9:15 I knew no one was coming.
Why didn’t anyone come? I thought about my childhood as a shy, chubby girl who never fit in and started feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I still don’t fit in. I pulled out the chocolate cake and my husband and I indulged while I threw myself a pity party over Charlie and no one liking me.
Now it’s late and I can’t sleep due to all that chocolate. I’m done with the pity party, but I still wish I could adopt Charlie and bake goodies without pigging out.
Photo courtesy of Dwelling in the Word.