My stomach. My poor, poor stomach.
I love Mexican food, LOVE it. I could probably eat it at every meal and be okay with it.
Well, I tested that theory this weekend. Didn’t have the results I was hoping for. Turns out you can’t eat Mexican food for four straight meals. My stomach is thanking me for it this morning by punching me. Although this morning I have this weird sensation of being hungry and my stomach being upset. I better go find a brownie or something to even out those feelings.
Advice for the day: When you say, “I could eat [insert genre of food here] for every meal.” You really can’t–it’s a lose-lose situation for all of those involved. I think my husband was ready to shove two bean-o down my throat. So there’d bean-o more gas…
Speaking of eating the same thing over and over (Am I the only one who feels sorry for dogs that they have to eat the same stinking thing daily?)
Sadie just LOVES being close to her sister!
“Maybe if I close my eyes I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream…”
“Nope, still there…”