I'm the Mayor of my own Crazy Town. Sheriff, too.
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 :)
Ugh, been there done that. Sick feeling is familiar. Blech
Not many differences between my two year of Gia and you!
Now THIS is a date night. Romantic candlelit dinners are lame. Give me a tub of junk food and some fat pants ANY DAY.
Haha welcome to my life. EVERY.TIME.
Sometimes my mom made pie for dinner. It was fun.Love,Janie
I think this means you're starting to be a grown up, Gia. I'm sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.
The best part about being adults is eating whatever the heck we want for dinner!Hugs!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.
Along with a bottle of wine this sounds like our Friday nights!