Outed By the Dog

Ate a bite of cake. Took a diet pill. It did not kick in. Ate a piece of pie. Thought I would jump some rope. Relieved I could not find the jump rope or my exercise bike. Devoured a cold piece of pizza from last night. Feeling healthy. My husband asked what is for breakfast. I admit I am full. What did you fix me? We stare at each other for a second. Then we both being laughing. We know I am no cook. I am the worst one in the whole family of two of us. Where is that cake? He is a diabetic. He can’t have it anyway. I have no idea I lie, not admitting I ate a whole cake in ten hours. He searches refrigerator. “Where is that last piece of pizza?” Sophie Helen our cocker spaniel says “should have taken pill sooner.”