If I have to eat one more Big Mac, drink one more McCoffee, or order one more large fry I seriously might die-

of trans fat poisoning.

Or fatness.

Either way, it’s not looking good.

I’m not sure what I hate more this very second- the fact that it’s Monopoly Time at McDonalds or the fact that my husband loves the fact that it’s Monopoly Time at McDonalds.

Oh- and of course they don’t have the stickers on all their 3 healthy options- because apparently health-conscious people are not deserving at a shot of $1M.

We missed 3 years while we were in Kuwait, and before that we never played. For some reason, however, this year Will decided it would be fun for us to peel off the stickers at the same time and have this whole serious drum roll and parade and the whole 9 yards.

It was cute at first.

Now I’m just fat.

I secretly think that he’s using this as an excuse so he doesn’t have to eat my cooking.

I’m pretty sure he’d sell our first born for Boardwalk, so if you have it- call me.