I can’t be sure of the final count, but I think I just ate 20 or so Chick-fil-a nuggets covered in Polynesian sauce.
and I pretty much feel like throwing up all over my multi-colored carpet (afterall, now that the puke-free streak has ended, does it really matter?).
Oh- and I also had a Chick-fil-a brownie too.
Because apparently I enjoy gorging myself to the point of vomiting on game day.
Game day.
What is it about game day that will make people do stupid things like break open a keg at 9:00 in the morning, go shirtless in sub-zero weather, or eat 34,000 calories!?
Oh- and I probably also failed to mention the sausage velveeta queso dip I made (Yuck! That just sounds white trash, right?). In my defense I used “lite” sausage.
ha- you know, because 10 grams of fat per 2oz. serving is SO HEALTHY! You’re really doing a bang up job keeping your family clear of heart attacks with that “lite” sausage, Brittny!
But because it’s “game day” all rules of health and sanity go out the window.
Apparently.
boomer sooner
"Pigskin.” Tee heee heee!
My best friend and I recently called a game day! The OSU/Michigan game was on and yearly we use it as an excuse to eat!eat!eat!
We had buffalo chicken dip, pizza, ice cream, wings, and....the best part...Cake baked in ice cream cones.
You ever have those? They’re loverly. LOVERLY!
Who cares about football? I’m in it for the shameless snacking!!