Friday, February 27, 2009

The power of suggestion

It's funny how suggestive we are. Well, I guess it's kinda stupid. I was raving to James about how good this chicken salad sand which was that I had. Let's just say that I had more than one of them so I'd tasted enough to know I really liked it. Then he takes a bite and starts making comments about how it isn't any good because it tastes too oniony. I took another bite, and you know what, it did taste really oniony, a little too oniony. Before I knew it I found myself picking out all the onions. I just couldn't eat it in it's natural form anymore.


Then there were these veggie potato chips. I thought they were pretty tasty too, at least at first. I mean, they were no oil filled ruffles chips, but for half the fat, they were pretty dang good. Then James once again decided to dis my food. After about the 5th remark about how gross the chips were they magically started to taste not so good anymore. It's like their composition suddenly changed. Thanks for ruining a perfectly good bag of chips for me James.

4 comments:

teresa said...

Sounds to me like you should quit telling James about food you like! Stinker! (P.S. I love chicken salad -- what kind was it?)

Plowmanators said...

You are so funny. My brain is 100% tied to how much I like my food.

And 1000 square feet of tile? You don't want to scrub it the way I did it. It would take you forever. You want to call Stanley Steamer or something. Seriously.

Plowmanators said...

lol...I totally get that, but really. This would take you FOREVER. I just did it on my bathroom floor, and it basically took me an entire day. If I had to do my entire main floor that way...I don't know. Granted I am pregnant, but it can't slow me down that much. I am still encouraging Stanley :)

Plowmanators said...

Oh, it is 1-800-STEAMER