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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.




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.