To celebrate my last day at work, I decided I wanted to have wood-burned pizza and a bottle of wine with either my husband, sister, or favorite friend.
Unfortunately, due this emm eff South Beach Diet (which I'm kind of only pretend doing because I've been on a boredom-binder since last week), I had vodka soda and cauliflower/pretend mashed potatoes with chicken and hot sauce.
Alone...husband lives elsewhere, sister's in London, and favorite friend is eating wood-burned pizza with someone else in Charleston, basically food/wine/friend cheating on me :(
Nonetheless I did this. Ghetto style. In my mother-in-laws petite dog bowls. Because, if you follow me on twitter, you know I throw away everything and currently have no plates.
Cheers fellow unemployed divas! I hope you're all skinny and carbo-loading somewhere, because that would be way more fun.
I would have MUCH rather been not cheating on you :(
ReplyDeleteDitto. I don't like cheating on you.
ReplyDeletePS Is that my cup,or did g-money get it?
G-money got it.
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