Complaint time. Sorry.
My children (and husband) got Chick-fil-a tonight. This is the THIRD time in 3 weeks I've had to sit in a closed-up van (it IS 36 degrees out, you know) with the wonderful smells of chicken strips and french fries wafting through the air. Then they got THREE large peppermint chocolate chip milkshakes. "Do you want some?" they keep asking. YES!!!! I want. NO!!!!! I can't.
NOT FAIR.
Why couldn't I be one of those people who can eat what they want to and not have to worry?
Always have to say "no" when I don't want to.
Never a point in my life where I could eat what I wanted. Well, maybe when I was 2 months old.
It is my dream to not have to worry about "a moment on the lips, forever on the hips". Forever? That got that right. I can't get anything off my hips that was once on my lips.
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