this weekend, walking on the moon seemed like child’s play.
the berlin wall coming down was like taking candy from a baby.
living in space for 1 year was like having a maid, cook, manicurist, and pedicurist waiting on you all day, every day.
the manny/mayweather fight was like watching an episode of barney.
this weekend i measured pancakes with a ruler, then figured out the measuring cup to use to make 4″ pancakes.
i figured out 3 oz of hash browns into measuring cup measurements.
i figured out 55 goldfish is 1/2 cup.
27 cheetos puffs are 3 servings.
i counted gol’ darn chips.
this weekend, during my silent freak-out all night long, i was fairly certain i put benjamin in a diabetic coma because he had a low blood sugar reading at bed time.
then he slept in till 9:30 the next morning, solidifying my freak out.
i am finishing up legal guardianship for emma, dance for emma, dance for rosy, end of school year projects for ella, emotional break down for rosy, track practice, softball practice, track meet/softball tournament on the same day, and keats is still looking for a job.
this weekend i felt like this:
but by golly, there is not a carb that has not been counted.
atkins diet never looked so appealing.