As I sit hear eating a pack of Girl Scout cookies with fat milk (that's right, not skim), I would like to justify my behavior. Taking care of kids is the most thankless job on the planet!
My dear, sweet children were playing all afternoon on the most lovely of days. They had their extra curricular activities in the morning (track and horseback riding). They jumped on the trampoline with a cool breeze brushing through their hair. They had a few neighborhood kids visit, washed the cars, played in the sprinkler, played house, were catered to, and not a care in the world! Did they get all they wanted today? I should think so. They even asked if a neighbor could sleepover. "Of course", I said, "that would be great". At 9:00 p.m., after they had been playing ALL DAY, it was time, bed time! My precious and appreciative 10 year old got her tude on. "Mom, I am a little mad at you". To Hell you say! Are you freaking kidding me? You are one bold chick to think that I give a rat's patootie that you are mad at me. I mean - really!
So, if I want to sit and consume loads of calories from this freaking box of cookies that we got stuck with from the Girl Scout cookie sale, then I will! Dad-gum-it. My ass will just have to get on the treadmill. Tomorrow, I will do that tomorrow.
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