Saturday, August 9, 2014

Poor choices.

We had a little outing to DC today {which isn't saying much, the border is about a quarter mile from our place} to watch Mikey play soccer today.

On our way home my hubbay wanted an icee which is totally justified considering he had just played a soccer game.

My 7-11 choice? Flaming hot Cheetos. Every once and a while I make a gross decision like this. And live to regret it too.

But in happier news, I was able to resist the Doritos loaded which have an oddly strong allure for me, though I know it would truly be one of the worst choices to ever make.

Happy Saturday folks!
xoxo, natty 


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