My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Las night my friend Jason took Alyssa, Ryan and I to Chuck E. Cheese. That place is not exactly my idea of a fun evening, particularly on a Saturday night, and especially when it’s at a location that got so bad with all of the ghettolicious baby-mama and baby-daddy fights that security guards had to be hired, but I knew the kids would enjoy themselves, so I pre-medicated with a double dose of Tylenol (though I must admit, that bottle of liquid Vicodin was looking pretty tempting!) and out the door we went.
Dinner consisted of pizza and French fries. I ate the cheese off of a small slice of pizza, and had a few French fries. After we left CEC, we went to Friendly’s for dessert, where I stupidly indulged in a small soft serve vanilla “Friend-Z” with Reese’s peanut butter cup chunks mixed in, along with a few drizzles of hot fudge and peanut butter (yes, it was rich enough to necessitate a phentermine as a side!). I ate less than half of the small-sized dessert, but it was more than enough to give me a major case of dumping. Nausea, dizziness, coldness and fatigue overload… ew. So we went home, Jason kindly put the kids to bed, and I crashed. I had the intentions of waking up later last night, but it never happened. I popped up around 11:30pm to take my contacts out, then went back to bed and slept straight through until almost 9:30am this morning.
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