Monday, May 28, 2012
Could there be a more dangerous place for me?
I love festival foods - funnel cake, fried everything, soooo good.
Before we left to head to the festival I decided to take a big bottle of water and a safe snack. Still I couldn't resist getting something. We found a booth that sold chicken on a stick. They grilled it and served it with lo mein. I asked my husband if he would split the chicken with me, but told him he could have all the lo mein. So that's what he did. I only ate one and a half pieces of grilled chicken thighs (no skin). Woo Hoo! Still had a treat and stayed with my resolve.
Just as I was starting to feel really good about myself, I dropped a napkin and bent over to pick it up, only to hear a rrrrriiiip!
It was my shorts - I ripped my shorts out - AT the festival. I could have died.
Fortunately, they ripped in a place that I could hide with my shirt, but we did leave pretty quickly. Good news is that I stopped at Kohls and picked up another pair on the way home.
Still so frustrated at the size I had to buy, but I am determined not to ever have to buy this size again.
Onward we go...