ammogirl

You guys, I have been craving pancakes for approximately eight days straight now, and this morning I just couldn’t stand it anymore.  I couldn’t even imagine drinking yet another slimfast for breakfast, so when my favorite co-workers got to work, I organized an outing to the golf course restaurant so we could all enjoy the all-you-can-eat buffet.
Scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, sausage and four pancakes later, I was officially sated.  And stuffed.  And then, I had to come to work.  And then I spent the next four hours totally regretting the pancakes because holy crap did they ever make me sleepy.

I want to clarify something, and with much intensity: that mini-van is not for me.  No, the stipulation I placed on getting it was that I will be continuing to drive my sporty little Scion TC.  It’s John’s mini-van, not mine.  I did realize one benefit of having it this morning.  Since John has forty-thousand things going on this weekend, I was contemplating out-loud whether I would just go ahead with the pick-up of Taylor and her friends for a sleepoever this evening.  “How many girls are there? Taylor and three friends?”  John confirmed that yes, that was correct.  “Four pre-teen girls?  Whoops, not enough room in my car!  Guess it’s all you!”  Of course, I’m the one hanging out at home with them this evening, so.  Whatever, it’s all relative.

I’m sleepy.

Tschuss!!