Thursday, April 01, 2010
What I mean is, I feel all gooey. Last night I went to a work dinner. I made a plan before I went. I will have one chicken soft taco, (no cheese, no sour cream) a small scoop of rice and an even smaller scoop of re-fried beans. Because my co-workers are a bunch of lushes and we were eating mexican, I planned on having 2 Micheloeb Ultras. I did not, however, plan on those damn tortilla chips. Freshly made. Set in baskets with salsa everywhere you look. I swear they were made with crack. Nor did I plan on the 2 Shocktops. I'm a beer girl and the Ultras just don't make the grade sometimes. So this morning I am paying for it. Gooey and soft - like a peep.