I feel off the wagon, last night. I know, it is shameful. I am weak. weak, weak.
I ate ice-cream. Vanilla. Three scoops.
Sugar, Sugar, SUGAR! Tormentor thy name is Sugar!
I can just see where this will lead me. Flamingo Tubby Tummy Waddler, homeless, sniffing through garbage bins to lick empty sugar sachets, screaming “my kingdom for a cup of sugar!” into the cold dark night. Woe is me.
It was very nice, though…well worthy of the guilt and self loathing. I hid the rest of the ice cream at the back of the freezer, so that no one can see it.
Except I know where it is …
I had a magnum last night
OMG I love magnums! Damn, now all I can think of is magnums…
Many have addictions of 1 sort or another. For me, it is good wine….
We find our rate of drinking is one glass these days and we are both nodding off!
Well, as long as you know where it is…..
I check on a regular basis that it hasn’t moved…
The only reason you bought it, though, was just in case The Queen stopped by … right? And when she didn’t there’s no sense in letting it go to waste (almost spelled that waist, just for fun)!
How right you are. She was in town, and that royal barge could have scooted a little further up the Brisbane River and she might just have need so cold refreshment on a very warm Australian Spring day! Always been prepared!
For me it’s chocolate….dark, delightful, sinful. I don’t suppose it would be adding to my calories if I gulp it down so fast that I am left with no memory of having eaten it or anyone having witnessed it?
I love chocolate even more than ice cream. Maybe chocolate is like broken cookies – they have less calories than unbroken cookies, right? Break the chocolate into smaller bits!!!!
love your idea! works for me