Why am I obsessed with my husband eating his veggies?
This is a very good question. There are more important things in the world that I should rightfully be worried about. The war in Iraq, global warming, the scary letter I just got from the IRS, the fact that the Gilmore Girls aren’t getting any younger…but the bottom line is this: My husband has weird idiosyncrasies when it comes to what he eats that make him seem kinda crazy (it doesn’t end with vegetables). These idiosyncrasies drive me crazy. But the fact remains, I am 125% certifiably crazy about him (you would be too, he’s that cool). Thus, the health-nut in me is going to do what she can for that small level of assurance that he will still be around to drive me crazy in 30 or 50 years. Therefore, I occasionally trick my husband into eating vegetables.