Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn…

Yeah, so I kind of sort of borrowed my husbands ipod yesterday (What he doesn’t know won’t kill him) and that song (read the title above) is what I listened to while running (okay, so I was really jogging, slowly jogging) on the treadmill – Rapper’s Delight/Delite?? Okay, I know what you’re thinking, Say What?…

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Too much food.

Yeah, umm, that’s what the middle-aged waiter said while rolling the husbands moo shu chicken into a burritolike wrapper Friday night. It was date night. There aren’t too many date nights around here anymore, not since the birth of my son, who just so happened to be the third wheel on our romantic night out…

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