“i need to lock in and lose weight” i say as i continue to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and
I came to America with 2 suitcases.
I now have 4.
These extra 2 cases are filled with ranch, variety of seasonings, chic fil a sauce, Reece’s peanut butter cups, beef jerky, root beer, Gatorade, kraft mac & cheese, pancake syrup and pop stars.
You know, I love kids. I'll defend kids crying on airplanes and melting down in restaurants. I respect parents who are doing their best.
But tonight at dinner, I encountered a toddler with a kazoo, and let me tell you, we all have limits.