Moderation? Nope.

Remember your 21-run? How you most likely kicked it off as the clock struck midnight and your birthday began?

Well, let's just say Gingham and I "kicked-off" Thanksgiving at midnight on Wednesday with burgers, fries and milkshakes at the delicious Dick's Drive-in. Yes it's called Dicks, yes there are endless jokes: "your breath smells like Dicks", "All you want is Dicks", etc. These were all VERY funny while stoned in High School. Needless to say, on Wednesday we made a taxi smell like Dicks, lots of Dicks.

I managed to only put back french fries and a milkshake. I'm pretty sure that milkshake will NOT bring all the boys to the yard. When I woke up on Thursday I did notice the oddly sticky nature of my telephone screen, which I can only imagine means that my phone and my milkshake had a little make out session at some point on Wednesday night (I'm sure I was asleep).

Thursday was relatively moderate for me with the exception of one small item. You see, my little sister is living abroad and as an homage to her (and her love for trashy food items) We made cheese weenies wrapped in crescent rolls. Let's just say I ate enough for at least a trailer somewhere in Kentucky.

I'll leave Friday to Gingham. In a word: woof. In two words: fat camp.

Oh, and last night? I had a second Thanksgiving at my Aunts' house. Kudos me.

I hope my date won't think me weird if I fast tonight.