What the Cheese?

I just ate half a jar of cheese dip because my anxiety is through the roof. This old lady couldn't reply to our offer until after her bridge game today, which was over at 2:00. First I had a doctor's appointment at 1:00 and had to wait 40 minutes in the waiting room and the only magazines to read were sports magazines.... It is a women's clinic!! Not that I believe women shouldn't be interested in sports and news associated with sports, but c'mon. I get home from the appointment at around 2:25. I drive by the house and there is a car in front of it, so clearly the lady is home from bridge. I distract myself for the next hour by watching the recorded season finale of Ugly Betty (yes, I just got to it, my parent's never seem to leave the house). No call. At 3:30 Don calls me to update me that he has received no phone calls. At 4:00 I head to the kitchen and pull out the chips (reduced fat) and the queso (not healthy in any way) and proceed to eat half the jar. It's not the biggest jar you can get, but I'm still pretty sure there was more than one serving in my one serving. Plus, I know if we get a good phone call we'll probably go out and celebrate with wine and food. I don't like waiting.