Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it.
I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay.
Then I died.
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Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it.
I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay.
Then I died.
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I’ve been inhaling chocolates the last few days, where ever I turn there are chocolates just waiting to pounce into my mouth – what chance does a girl stand?
Not ‘dead’, really. Maybe in a sugar coma? Wait a minute. YOU HAD BEN & JERRY’S AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN CALL ME?? 😮
So you’re going to run eight miles today, right?