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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

*Slams Head on Desk*

So then, last night, Logan (son) brings home a cheesy chickeny quesadilla thing, and SOMEHOW about six bites landed in my mouth.

GAWD.

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4 comments:

spunkysuzi said...

That makes it sooo hard when someone else brings things you're trying to stay away from!!
Hope today is better :)

~ugly girl with a beautiful heart~ said...

Damn...cheese and chicken...I'm so envious of you. I would have gladly taken those six bites for you!

Fatinah said...

as long as it wasn't SIX cheesy chickeny quesadilla thingies - I think you're good! ;-)

antgirl said...

I hate when Husband brings home 'treats'. More like more cellulite on my thighs. I don't consider that a treat.