I’ll get to the title shortly…don’t you worry. But first things first.
Another short weekend almost in the books. At least as far as my quick visit home goes.
I’m currently bundled up in the St Louis airport waiting for my 1105 flight back home to Denver. Comfy…and acknowledging that if I keep traveling like I have been that I will likely become a peanut butter pretzel washed down by a warm Starbucks. And I’m ok with that.
Last night
I had 48 hours to make the most of this weekend, and I would say I was pretty successful.
I snuggled my family as much as I could.
Whether or not they liked it…furballs included.
Enjoyed a nice dinner in town with my adorable parents. (In case your wondering my arm is around the imaginary Zach. He was texting us all dinner).
And wrapped up the evening with a movie and ice cream. Unfortunately for my stomach I ate my entire serving plus half of my parents. That did nothing for my sleeping last night or my run this morning.
I am never eating ice cream again. At least not until my short term memory forgets the pain of this morning. Maybe like next week….
Safe travels! My tummy wants to break up with ice cream sometimes, but they can never tear us apart.
Never eating ice cream again would be a travesty. Good thing you are just waiting to forget the most recent experience!
I once thought i’d never eat cookies again…… time heals all food comas
Time does heal food comas, I swore I would never eat banana bread again, that lasted a few weeks 🙂
Have safe travels home!
I say that after some Ben and Jerry’s. Then the supermarkets but it back to half price, and well, its half price and it’s Ben and Jerry’s!
I’d have to say sushi comas are the worse!
I hate it when that happens!! You’ll learn to love ice cream again somehow 🙂
Ah I have such a love-hate relationship with ice cream. It is my favorite and my least favorite food. I completely understand! Hope you travel safely!
Haha I feel the same way about ice cream sometimes…it’s definitely a love/hate relationship
i read that book! It was good!
I know what you mean. I finally ate my reward meal from Dopey this weekend. So much pizza. Blurgh.
…I’m seriously still feeling the pain. Starting to think I have a problem.