|Gooey things on toast are a fine way to say "Happy birthday for the 12th time this week, seriously."|
|When you see how I spent the rest of the weekend, you will look back at this as the ascetic period.|
Kay and I put on our stretchy clothes and our drinking faces (note: very similar to my "awake" face) and headed down the Fredericksburg Wine Trail for some girl-time fun. I will be sticking with pictures of the food, so you'll have to imagine the 3,624 glasses of wine we drank on your own.
First we sat on the porch of the lovely Becker Vineyards and ate an entire package of crackers, an entire package of prosciutto, and a lot more of that giant slab of Havarti than you are currently thinking is possible for two people to consume.
|No. More than that.|
|That usually doesn't happen until at least 4:30 or 5:00.|
|And before you get all, "I don't think that's a thing" on me, go check out the menu and the German spring rolls we resisted.|
|It's....Texaschnitzel. It has guacamole on it. The intelligence had petered out right around "So what are we splitting?"|
|Absolutely no regard.|
|I even let some vegetables sneak in, that's how out of control things had become.|
|Kay, however, made the measured decision to get biscuits and gravy, which we all know has a place on every breakfast table. In my defense, I ate some of this as well.|
So I guess we'll be spending this week getting reintroduced. Anyway, I wouldn't say my past week has been excessive or anything. I think I hit on the perfect amount of indulgence!
|If you're Henry VIII.|