i love cake. next, i love ice cream. after that it is pizza.
this past weekend was the princess party for my little princess who turned three. we had, well, princesses, gourmet cake, and pizza. as usual, someone (pointing the finger at my lovely wife) ordered way too much. we had leftovers galore, cake and pizza, not princesses.
as a group cyclist and runners are some fit folks. when compared to the general public here in the States we are down right skinny, healthy, sexy people. you know it's true. as a group we are also a bit odd. it doesn't take much to make me feel like a fatty patty. it could be two days off, a night of binge drinking, a visit to Taco Bell, and so on.
where was i? oh yes, cake and pizza. for three days straight i have eaten pizza and cake for every meal. EVERY meal i said. it had to stop. so, last night i tossed out the remainder of the pizza, which was about 1/3 of a large. i took care of the last pieces of cake too. alright, i ate the rest of the cake. did you see the cake? think of the best damn wedding cake you have ever had and times that by 10. plus, it was like $80 bucks, you can't just throw it away.
next year we need ice cream to go with the cake.
3 days ago