Solace for Squirrels

Ok, so after having a good laugh at my significant other's filing system yesterday I can now, perhaps, admit that it might have some merits... I just spent 2 hours looking for my Quebec notice of assessment from last year (didn't find it), so that I could get my access code for netfile (ya, couldn't find that either), so that I could file my taxes online. I finally found the access code, but damn did it take a long time. I'm very organised at work, so I'm not quite sure why those skillz don't transfer to my at home behaviour. Perhaps it's for the same reasons that I eat cookie dough at 3am.

A list of file folders I recently discovered in my boyfriend's filing cabinet:

• Blender
• British Airways
• CFL (he's not a linebacker)
• Sony (clock radio, speakers)
• Umbrella

And seriously, I didn't include some other good ones (like Samsonite). Methinks he might be a tad obsessed.

As with most women (and men, I'm assuming), I suffer from the occasional bout of binge eating. I'm not sure where it comes from, and don't feel like sitting in a therapists chair for the next 2 years to figure it out. To control these urges, I generally try to keep tempting foods out of my place. The only downside to this brilliant plan is that the binge still wins me over - I just end up eating something totally ridiculous, given that there's really nothing in the apartment that could actually satisfy my craving.

Some of my most recent creations:

• Butter, flour and sugar mashed together in a bowl (ah waz aimeeng for da cookie dough)


• Ryvita smothered in butter and honey, eaten continuously until the package ran out


• Melted butter cooked in a pan with brown sugar and oatmeal (covered wit da vanillaz ace cream)


• An unhealthy amount of avocados (like many, many more than you'd put into a guacamole you planned to serve to a crowd of 20+ people coming over for your mexican themed housewarming party)


• An entire package of Quaker Tendre/Chewy chocolate covered granola bars (weet da marshmallows!)

Sigh... Maybe what I really need to do next is make myself a yummy invisible sandwich.