A few weeks ago I was chatting with a friend about the idea of signing on for a month for a pre-packaged weight loss system (like the commercials that are running constantly right now). You know, order your food online, they deliver it, you eat it, you're skinny. Voila.
So she tells me that she and her hubby did it for one month, to take a few pounds off without having to think about it. Now, they're foodies, so I was surprised. She tells me how the food arrived and it was narsty narsty narsty. Apparently they tried a bit of it, were disgusted, and decided to call it a wash and go back to eating real food. Well, they didn't pack the food away, nor did they toss it. They left for a day trip. The dog got into the food.
They came back home to a shitfest.
ALL over the house. Their poor dog was horrified and embarassed. And that night, after hours of bleach and rubber gloves and fits of gags and laughter, the dog had a final, painful outburst. On their bed.
A package.
(It's not the right thing to do, and it's not the tasty way to do it!)
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