Spent all morning making a million cookies only to decide I dont like the recipe. Boooo. Then, I put on my sexiest pink robe, which isnt sexy, and approached my husband with some bedroom eyes. I was informed that he was napping and had a "tummy ache." Im having country music flashbacks - did I seriously just shave my armpits for this?? Oh well, jokes on him, I used his razor. Again. So now the kiddies are all napping, husband is snoring on the couch, cookies are sitting on the kitchen table calling my name (which is double depressing because as I admitted, I dont even like them) and Im alone in bed thinking I should get ready for our big date night with friends. They have invited us over for a super bowl party. I like the commercials and half time show, but lets be honest - Ill eat too much food then go on pretending I didnt start a blog to tell people about my intended weight loss routine. NEWS FLASH: I havent lost any weight....ugh. I am having one of those dumpy days. When did being an adult become soooo exilerating?
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