So to commemorate when we were younger and, quite possibly,
more fun, my in-laws came to our house to watch T for the weekend and we
checked into the hotel we got married in (all of 15 minutes down the road) for a couple nights to be kid-less and
fancy-free. We spent a good deal of time at the hotel bar, went bowling (I won
a game!), checked out a movie at the Alamo, and stuffed ourselves full of
chocolate fondue (oh, and dinner). And because it’s preseason, it means that
the hubs is already immersed up to his eyeballs in all things football (aka “Vickie,
these preseason, [read: non-important] games are VERY important. They determine
who I should draft for my fantasy football team [read: the activity that takes
up my entire life come fall].” So I kept the hubby company and watched them out
of the corner of my eye while eavesdropping on others sitting at the bar too. (Jennifer’s
parents were trying to get her to come to the hotel to set her up with a group of non-straight guys, it made
for interesting convo spying.)
A great weekend, though I might quite possibly be up 3
pounds solely from food eaten on Saturday. Capped off by starting my diet today
with a 22-gram-of-fat brownie at my desk. Make that 4 pounds.
Look at the hubs....gutter ball it out. Winner winner, right here!
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