If you could hear the conversations my husband and I have, you'd think we were nuts.
My MIL sent me some pajamas for Easter. I'm pretty sure she shops for me in the junior's department. They're super hero pajamas and there's a big "POW!" written across the butt, like in the old Bat Man shows.
I keep forgetting what it says when I'm wearing them.
Here's how that goes.
Me: "Honey, what's my butt say again?"
Me: "Yeah, you know you like that POW! don't you?".
We're crazy, but we make each other laugh.
Yesterday we had this conversation...
Me: "Why do I even bother trying to eat real food. I'm just gonna' drink my calories all day. I'll be good and drunk before dinner every night. I'll be a skinny drunk".
Hubby: That's one heck of a plan. Let's try that.
Needless to say, after feeling much better and eating almost like a normal person for 2 days, I went a little wild and decided to have some fish last night. Ooooh, living on the edge!
Well, that didn't go well.
I'm back to liquids today, with a side of heartburn.
Have a great day folks!