Remind me

When I am bitching and complaining this week about not being able to button my pants that I should stay away from Carni food. *burp*. Michelle was forcing me to drink the 24oz beers. Forcing me I tell ya. And she forced me to eat the tri-tip meal and the shrimp cocktail and the fried twinkie and the funnel cake. As if that wasn't enough, I talked to Breezy and she told me to have a corndog for her. I didn't want to, but I am a woman of my word. Thank goodness Glowie didn't ask me to eat anything for her too. I'm not going to mention the fudge nor will I mention the cinammon covered almonds nor will I mention the pizza that we had to have with dinner because we were watching football. My belly still hurts. Michelle even dipped into my bottle of Tums last night. And she didn't eat nearly as much as I did. She didn't have the shrimp or the twinkie or the corndog.
I almost bungee jumped. Almost. We were going to call everyone programmed in my phone and take a poll (yes, there was a buzz involved) but Michelle suggested that I wait until we go to Vegas in November. She said it would be a better experience if there were more people around. Of course, I am sure she will have a new excuse once we are in Vegas. That and I haven't turned in the paper work for my third life insurance yet. She is the full beneficiary and I'm sure she wants to make sure that all that paperwork is processed before I go leaping off tall buildings.
Today is about laundry, finishing clearing out the china cabinet so that it can be moved tomorrow when the tile dudes come. And tonight another funeral(actually a Rosary). This is number five for the year.