Rumbly In My Tumbly
It’s 3:00 in the morning, I’m getting tired but my tummy is nagging for a snack. However, I know what will happen if I eat something. My sleepy brain will decide to wake up and it’ll be another two hours before I’ll be tired again.
I hate when this happens. I keep telling my belly to wait a few more hours and I’ll feed it breakfast, but Nooooooooooooooooo. We want to be bitter and nag. Poke here, dull pain there.
I’m sneaky. I’m going to feed my belly water and make it think it’s a juicy steak and a baked potato with all the fixings. HA! I WIN!
However, I’m sure it will get back at me by getting my bladder to wake me up two, maybe three times to tinkle.