At least it was just me and Scott. I should have known better. Last night, in celebratory form I made baked bananas with an orange caramel sauce all over vanilla ice cream. I ended up paying for that through out most of the night. But hey my Spartans won, I deemed it worth it. Then this morning I had a delicious italian frittata. So good. And to top it all off we were having a leisurely Sunday drive while drinking a grande coffee. I guess that was 3 strikes against me.
My poor husband, the things I subject him too. Thank God, it was him with me. Could of been worse. It could of happened while out in a crowd or in yoga. Oh the things I'm thankful for.