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Oops
I ate a whole Easter egg last night. I was young, I was naïve and I didn’t consider the consequences of what I was doing. I feel some apologies are now due:
Firstly, to the Archbishop of Canterbury for being so premature in my chocolatey celebration of the resurrection.
Secondly, to Gillian McKeith. I’m sorry Gillian, really I am, but a bowl of sprouted mung beans was never even an option while watching Desperate Housewives.
Finally, to Mac, who didn’t get a look in.
I’m off for a run now by way of penance. Forgive me Gillian, for I have sinned.
1 Comments:
I ate a bowl of hersheys kisses in the afternoon. And now i must run at least 8ks to work it off... damn.
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