It's no wonder Americans are obese. Everything is super this, extra large that, especially our asses. Good grief.
I took the kids to lunch at my second-favorite Mexican restaurant in town, El Potro, because they have a buffet and I can always bribe my son with buffalo wings. The problem is, if I see a buffet, I seem to think it's my job to make sure the restaurant doesn't make any money from my being there. I've been in a food coma all afternoon, and I can barely function. What the hell?! Why do we do this to ourselves? Worse, why do *I* do it to *myself* when I know it's just going to make me feel lousy?!
Color me bloated tonight...
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