Speaking of addictions...

Okay...this post isn't really about MK, but her dad. Roger has an addiction--a serious addiction. You may be wondering if I should post this, but I think it's time we get it out in the open. Roger loves pickles--not just any pickle, but Best Maid hamburger sliced dill pickles. He eats them out of the jar at all times of the day--in the morning before going to work, right when he comes home, and through the evening. It's like an alcohol addiction as in I can smell it on his breath after he eats them.

Two nights ago is when I confirmed that this love has become an addiction. Mary Katherine was awake around 2:00 and I wondered if it was a little too hot so I asked Roger if he would go downstairs and adjust the thermostat. When he comes back upstairs he leans over to kiss me and sure enough I smell the pickles. I asked him why in the world he was eating pickles at 2:00AM and he said he had a craving for them. So in the time that he woke up, went downstairs, and adjusted the temperature he craved pickles! Addiction! Too bad I couldn't get a picture to post of him sneaking in the pickle jar in the middle of the night.