Ahem. I didn't win the lottery, obviously.

So, I was on vacation this past week and didn't have any time at all to update or return emails (Just pretend I update frequently and return emails promptly, okay? Humor me. Thank you).

I'm glad you guys understand. Both of you. Thanks.

My vacation was peachy. D and I went did many fun and exciting things, but mostly we ate. A lot. Every day I was like, "I'm going to be totally good tomorrow and eat salads, or if I must, sub sandwiches. Nothing else. No desserts, nothing cheesy, I'm going to be good" and then I'd eat pizza and ice cream and pasta and Boba and cheesecake. I couldn't help it. It's very difficult to eat healthy when you eat out, and we ate out every single day.

We topped the week off by going to the county fair, and you know what that means. Yup. Deep fried everything. Deep fried battered potatoes. Deep fried dough with powdered sugar and fruit (a.k.a. the funnel cake). Deep fried steak. You get the idea. I thought I had seen it all, but then I walked by a booth that was offering "Deep Fried Snicker's Bars". Oh. My. God. I actually ate this monstrosity. I couldn't pass it up; it was just too horrifying. And here I am, believe it or not, alive to tell the tale, despite my belief that I would clog an artery immediately upon finishing the last bite.

In other exciting news, I fell asleep in the sun at the beach and neglected to put sunscreen on the backs of my legs. What's even more stupid is that when I realized my lack of sunscreen I didn't even worry about it. I'm a descendant of the mighty Aztec people, yo! I can take a little sun! This skin is MEANT to be brown.

Uh, no. I burned the shit out of my legs and couldn't sleep at all last night. My legs are now an unbelievable shade of bright red. It's very, very painful and scary.

I want to write more, but I think I've bored you long enough.

Oh, but Jennifer-- I totally remember the "fight" we had about the pizza delivery guy. Jesus. We were such babies.