I'd really love to.
But I'm too incredibly stuffed full of homemade BBQ pizza that hubby cooked on the grill and that I stuffed down my throat before rushing off to Zumba class before coming home and eating more of it and then mowing down a mint-chocolate-chip ice cream cone.
I feel so gross.
Be back tomorrow.
ps: Dear Blogger, thank you thank you thank you for your new autosave feature so dumbasses like me can stop worrying when we'll accidently browse away from the current page and lose our entire