You ate on the floor as Boyfriend funneled sugary foods down your gullet? That's not a very flattering scenario you drew for yourself. All you needed to do was top that feast with a margarita.
Ahhh, Gia. That is so familiar. We must have been on the same wavelength, as I made Apple Bourbon Pie for supper Saturday... nope, nothing else, just pie.... mmmmmm, pie :)
You ate on the floor as Boyfriend funneled sugary foods down your gullet? That's not a very flattering scenario you drew for yourself. All you needed to do was top that feast with a margarita.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, Gia. That is so familiar. We must have been on the same wavelength, as I made Apple Bourbon Pie for supper Saturday... nope, nothing else, just pie.... mmmmmm, pie :)
ReplyDeleteUgh, been there done that. Sick feeling is familiar. Blech
ReplyDeleteNot many differences between my two year of Gia and you!
ReplyDeleteNow THIS is a date night. Romantic candlelit dinners are lame. Give me a tub of junk food and some fat pants ANY DAY.
ReplyDeleteHaha welcome to my life. EVERY.TIME.
ReplyDeleteSometimes my mom made pie for dinner. It was fun.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
No wine?
ReplyDeleteI think this means you're starting to be a grown up, Gia. I'm sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.
ReplyDeleteThe best part about being adults is eating whatever the heck we want for dinner!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Valerie
My tummy hurts just reading that, yet now I want cookies, pumpkin bread and a pumpkin spice latte. Maybe I'll bake some brownies. Damn.
ReplyDeleteAlong with a bottle of wine this sounds like our Friday nights!
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