This is what happens when you go out for girls night and have one....or two...

I know. I know.

Where was I Monday?

Tired as as mo-fo is what. (Don't worry, no bitch and whine session here about work.)

I took the bloggy day off.

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Normally a work out night, BFF Girl night Out intervened (insert evil No Diet laughter).

Two glasses of wine for a woman who's been eating cardboard toast and enough greens to make the Jolly Green Giant uncomfortable is kind of a big deal.

Look, I'm a mommy that can't handle her liquor . So I sit here writing this while inebriated. A little.

It was decided from early day text's that due to stress of our drama filled lives an alcoholic beverage would not go under appreciated.

Dinner was going to be great.

We sat in seats that totally reminded us all of sitting on a padded toilet seat. Seriously. Ask the BFF's. I had to check with them to make sure it wasn't just my seat. (Note to self. Double check and make sure they weren't playing a joke on Rambler with padded toilet seat chair)

I decided to have a pasta dish with a Japanese influence. Spicy Ahi Tuna Pasta. (Fresh raw Ahi with a spicy creamy mayo sauce in Spaghetti noodles.) I knew I would be paying for this later. And if you know what I mean by 'later' (irritable bowel syndrome anyone? mmmm, does this mean my post today will be found by people trying to inquire about IBS? ), this was a sure fire way to flush the system.

I'm home now.

Content & happy from BFF bonding.

Editing, typing, deleting, should I even post this, editing more, look for photo, deleting some more....

It's exhausting.

Being me.

Drunk Irritable Bowel Syndrome like Blogger OUT.

Sidenote: If anyone's keeping track....8 pounds around the waistline. Gone. Teehee.