Saturday Night Fever: Hangry Like The Wolf

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orange ankle socks that say HANGRY and have a picture of a cartoon wolf on them, holding a knife and fork

(to borrow bastardize a lyric from Duran Duran)

So apparently I get a lil… grumpy… when I need to be fed. HANGRY, in fact.

Said fact being one that somebody felt necessary to highlight recently, when he gifted me these socks for Christmas. πŸ˜›

(For those of you who can’t read upside-down, the socks say HANGRY in all caps above the toe seam and have a picture of a cartoon-ish wolf on them, holding a knife and fork.) (At least I *think* it’s a wolf. It could well be the spawn from one of the Wild Things of Maurice Sendak’s imagination.) (Wild Thing… You make my heart sing…)

Anywhoo…

Getting off track.

*laugh*

So I got these little orange socks as a Christmas gift.

And then I gifted myself a fluffy orange sweater in January. (From the same online shop where I found my comfy dress and my sassy boots.) And I thought… “Wow! They match!”

Heh.

See:

woman seated with elbow on knee and hand on chin, wearing orange sweater and HANGRY socks

AND

(getting a little arty now)

woman seated with bare legs drawn up, wearing orange sweater and HANGRY ankle socks
I especially like the way the wolfish grin looks so… tooth-flashy… in this one.

And y’know…

I didn’t buy the sweater purposely to match the socks. (Not that I wouldn’t do that; I have been known to buy a pair of colorful shoes and then afterward have to go looking for clothes that match them. Lol.) I got the sweater to go with a dress. (It doesn’t really go with the dress though; it’s too bright. This is the problem with purchasing things online. You can’t see what things actually look like until you’re stuck with them.) But hey — I will take my matchy-matchy where I find it!

And I will also take that sandwich you just made, thankyouverymuch.

Because, BEWARE: The girl is HANGRY!

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for Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge: Vibrance

(as in: vibrance of color)

(hello, ORANGE)

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13 thoughts on “Saturday Night Fever: Hangry Like The Wolf

  1. fondles

    I’m the total opposite of you. Hunger doesn’t affect me. In fact, BIKSS *has* said the words to me “but you’re used to being hungry”. tsk.

    Orange is in this year. So hurray. Those socks ARE cute tho. and i love the sweater. Again, there is weather envy over here. We’re leaving the cool nights behind now, and things are set to heat up. Gah.
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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      I love my warm fuzzies during the cool months, so I understand the envy — I’m a little ‘over’ the cold though; my hubby and I are planning to move (not immediately, but hopefully soon) to warmer climes.

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      It’s not a conscious thing for me — often I don’t even realize I’m hungry. But then someone will say, “I think we need to feed you…” and once I’ve had some food, my disposition is mightily improved. *laugh*

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  2. Marie Rebelle

    Love your images, Feve. Funny enough, I only came across the term ‘hangry’ for the first time a couple of days ago. It made me realize I don’t get hangry πŸ˜‰
    ~ Marie

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      There is also ‘horngry’ — which is what some people feel when they are hangry for sexy time. *laugh* I’ve seen Steeled Snake use that term; Charmer, on the other hand, gets hangry like me. πŸ˜›

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  3. Patrick

    <smile> It was not long into a long-term relationship in our early 20s that she learned to carry small snacks with her. Partly, I think, because I quickly realized what was going on and learned to *first* respond to the anger as calmly and compassionately as possible, and only then mention that I was hungry and needed something to eat. Not that I got this right all the time… or even very often. Perhaps, just enough.

    I also learned to never take the last sip of a drink, and to always accept an offer of peppermint gum. Failure in the former lead to plain old *angry*. Failure in the latter and I was told, “you won’t be kissed until you tame that stable of smells in your mouth.”

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      I remember, when I first got together with my husband, he would randomly ask, “Do you want something to eat?” And then once we DID eat, I would be in a good mood.

      I admit that I’m not always great at recognizing my own short-tempered-ness though, nor do I always recognize that lack of food is the reason for it; it really is a mood-shifter, however, and I recognize THAT. I’ve learned to say “Sorry I was grumpy” and “I feel better now that I’ve eaten” when I have a little ‘episode’. Little words of acknowledgment go a long way. πŸ™‚

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