Dreams Do Come True

yesterday was a 3 chocolate kinda day. i shamefully ate a twix, caramello bar and a three muskateers bar… in the space of an hour. pms has been getting worse since I took myself off birth control. yes, I have been known to be a tad dramatic, but dagnabbit I wanted chocolate okay.

when i got home i climbed into bed next my husband who was concentrating on something on the computer. i began whining about how tough my day was and how much the world hates me. i can’t keep my fish alive. i was so tired. i still had to cook dinner and the kitchen was (and still is) gross. i was cramping and bloated and i hated myself for skipping the gym this morning. wah wah wah.

my angel said he’d hook dinner up (heat up left overs) and suggested i go lay on the couch and catch up on all the chelsea lately i missed last week. what a saint. i felt bad for a split second when i remembered he’s been battling with a severely herniated disc in his lower back and hasn’t been able to walk properly for over a month. the couch was really comfy though and the blankets, so toasty.

tit bit number 2… i love chelsea handler. i wish we were friends. in my head i believe we are friends. she always seems to brighten my day and last night was no different. in the midst of their hilarious banter on the round table, chelsea read a headline that, if it comes into being, will be the single greatest thing to happen to my tummy since cheese.

MCDONALD’S MIGHT MAKE THEIR BREAKFAST MENU AVAILABLE ALL DAY, PEOPLE…

now i know it isn’t here yet but in times like these i simply have to quote joey tribiani … “if you want something bad enough and your heart is pure, wondrous things can happen!”

 

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