I saw this on a blog this morning and thought it was too funny not to share...
My poor husband often has to deal with my being mean/rude because I am hungry. I can't help that my blood sugar tends to get too low and that turns me in to a
Jason often says that I am just like a little baby when it comes to eating. I tend to eat on a fairly strict schedule. When I get hungry, I get fussy and you better get food in my belly or I will raise hell.
Like Janae said, the hubs just needs to carry around a bag of M&Ms, Reece's Pieces, or something equally yummy so that I don't go off on him or anyone else. :-)
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