And when I said "I lost all my pregnancy weight already..."
Uh. Yeah. When I said that, I should have added "From this pregnancy." The extra 10-15 (uhm, 20?) pounds that attached themselves to my stomach, thighs, and bottom? They decided to stick around for the ride. Well, you know what they say, "nine months in, ninety fucking years out." or somethin'
Still chomping on the chocolate. I am now moved on to the Ferrero Rocher. I did not know of Ferrero's existence until yesterday when I open a cabinet in my dining room, and there he was--all those glistening golden balls untouched. (excuse me while I take a moment to crack myself up).
Seriously. How many Ferrero Rochers can you fit in your mouth?