Three stages of realizing you’ve eaten way too many meals at home alone

Stage 1: You refer to your frozen stuffed chicken breast as “chicky-boob.”

Stage 2: You start singing to your dinner:

“Chicky-boob, Chicky-boob, don’cha just love it!
Chicky-boob, Chicky-boob, don’t you just love it!
Chicky-boob, Chicky-boob, don’cha just love it!
Chicky-boob, Chicky-boob-boob-boob.”

Stage 3: You blog about the whole shameful thing.

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