Overindulgence

Things got better after a rough Saturday. T and I went out for our date night Saturday night. We're trying to do that once a month now, so that our life isn't all about work and kids. We went out to a nice dinner and then to a wine bar afterward. There was not a single movie that interested us, unfortunately. I didn't feel like wasting $18 on "Hancock." So, the movie will have to wait till next time.


Sunday, we woke up at the painful hour of 6:00 a.m. to go to a balloon rally. Q is a great lover of standard-size balloons, so gigantic ones were quite a thrill. We watched all of them lift off as Q shouted, "Boon! Up high!"

After that we went to breakfast at a local little diner we had never visited but will again.


Check out the size of those cinnamon rolls! They were as big as Q's head! And they were good! Why do restaurants do this to me? I have self-control and will power in some situations, but not when a large portion of something especially tasty is sitting in front of me. Then I generally polish it off until I am feeling uncomfortably full. Which is exactly what I did. Seriously, that sucker was the size of about five regular cinnamon rolls. It would have been wrong to leave some behind. Right?

--MM