Saved by the Diet

Last night was another rushed evening at the Anthony household. I barely got to sit down and eat dinner with Andrea and the kids before I had to hurry Lily and Hannah to batting practice prior to their final tournament game of the season. So, all during the game I looked forward to getting home and eating a hearty helping of spaghetti, my real dinner, which Andrea had assured me was awaiting me in the fridge. We lost the game, which is why I said "final" earlier, and which is why many of the parents, after sitting in the heat night after night, seemed to be leaving the game with a smile on their face. After the game we hit Maggie Moos for an end of season celebration and then home and then back to family video to return the four videos and two games which were due by midnight but purchased with our report card "A's". Finally, we were home and I prepared for my awaiting spaghetti. I got into my pajamas, I took off my glasses, and stuck the plate in the microwave. Once it was finished I decided that it would be nice to add some Parmesan cheese to the top. I looked around in the fridge, without my glasses, and finally found a different looking container in the door that didn't look exactly like cheese but it was closer than anything else in the fridge. I started to sprinkle some on my spaghetti when I remembered my anti-salt diet and made the right choice, I put the "cheese" back in the fridge unused.

I made a good choice.

This morning I pulled Hunter, Isaiah's anole, out of his cage in order to clean his habitat. We are getting ready to head to Dallas for a church youth trip so Grandma or cousin Maggie will be taking care of Hunter and we felt a cleaner container may make the entire process a bit less revolting. Once I had his home clean enough for an anole I put him back it and sprayed some water on the sides (anoles are apparently very picky about how they receive their liquids). Then I thought that it would be nice to feed him so I began to look for the crickets which were no where to be found. Before giving up I remembered that Andrea and I both had visited every pet store in the area yesterday only to find no one had crickets but that everyone expected a delivery soon, much like my Christmas search for Wii Fit. Andrea had decided to substitute meal worms for the crickets since it had been a few days since we had fed Hunter and his color was quick changing to a funeral black. I searched the house only to find that the meal worms were as evasive as Hunter would like to be. I then remembered my Parmesan cheese. I remembered that it didn't look like Parmesan cheese, it didn't smell like Parmesan cheese, it had absolutely no resemblance to Parmesan cheese. I put on my glasses only to find that it was not Parmesan cheese but meal worms.

The meal worms were none to happy about my discovery but Hunter and my stomach were more than grateful!

Thank goodness for my God forsaken low salt diet.

Here I Dwell,
Rick