I Scream, You Scream...

Seriously, though.

Jackson and I went to a team holiday dinner with some of the girls that I love.

We went to the Cheesecake Factory.

What did I get for dessert?
DUH! 

Seriously, duh People.

I got freaking ice cream!!!

This was no small portion, I tell you.

Do you love Jackson's reaction?
Nothing.

He doesn't even blink an eye anymore.

He knows full well his mama is going to eat all of it and enjoy it until my tummy hurts for the rest of the weekend.

Which it did.

I would, in fact, like to give you a run-down of my eating since Friday.

Friday: a 24 ounce steak. I hate the whole dang thing, too.

That night with D - Mongolian Grill.

Mmmmm hmmmmm.

Saturday: Cheesecake Factory - Avocado eggrolls, salmon, and 5 pounds of ice cream.

Sunday: Chicken, pasta salad, cookies. (Plural on the cookies)

Monday: More ice cream because I had a bad day when I forgot to send my kids to school, which is merely an excuse. I just wanted ice cream.

Tuesday: Back on track, People. Back on the dang track.