Sunday, January 6, 2013

Stuffed.

My stomach may explode while I try typing this, at least that will give me a sense of urgency and maybe this won't end up as a draft (never to be completed).  I had dinner at my brother's over an hour ago and I am still completely bloated.  I did not think I ate that much food.  It was enchiladas and rice though so it may have been the rice.  I only had 3 enchiladas.  Never would I have thought three would have made me so full.

Here it is though:  I finished my first plate, two enchiladas with a side of rice, and I was feeling done.  However, as I was sitting there, having finished my plate and feeling satisfied, my brother's wife told me there was more.  To which my retort was pretty standard, a basic statement of acknowledgement; but neither affirming nor denying that I would be having more.  My brother laughed as if I had responded with a strong, possibly enthusiastic affirmation.

The wheels had already been spinning, before he laughed.  Would not having a second plate send an unintended message? Would it be rude or inconsiderate?  Would it not just be better to just eat more, just in case?

If I wasn't so ready for bed, I could probably sit here and complain about it for another hour.  I'll feel better in the morning.

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