I want to set the record straight right here and right now. I’m not pregnant. But I have a craving that won't stop. I'm buying watermelons by the boat load. As in, I've borrowed our neighbors truck every time I've gone to the grocery for the last two months. They own a semi.
I’ve always liked a little watermelon, but usually if I have it a couple of times during the summer season, I’m good.
But not this year.
I’m eating those babies like popcorn. I mean, I’m going through one a week, easily. Is that scary or what? I’m afraid I’m going to sprout seeds.
Maybe it’s a psychological thing. I’m into the all-American summer or something like that. But I think not. I’m thinking I just have this powerful craving that I can’t seem to get over.
However, you will be happy to note that the t-shirt I’m wearing as I write this says “Chocolate Lover” on it. Course, I also have a bowl of diced watermelon beside me too—well, I did have. It’s empty now.
My husband says I have issues. I call it a craving. Please tell me you crave weird things once in while, too. Like brussel sprouts, liver and onions, or maybe even watermelon--before he gets me slated for the Dr. Phil Show.