sugar sweet sickness
My co-worker is running off to have a baby, so we all threw her a shower of sorts. I say "of sorts" because she's Israeli and apparently showers are bad luck. So, in light of the fact that we couldn't play "Guess What Candy Bar We Melted In The Diaper?!" and pick out baby names and what not, we used it as a chance to eat brownies and cookies and cheese danishes and drink Diet Coke (because, of course, we need to watch our caloric intake).
We're all somewhere between heaven and hell right now after stuffing ourselves sick.
Another co-worker (oh, yes, THAT co-worker) was thinking back to times past when he'd OD on sugar...
One Easter, I got sooo many Mini Eggs in my basket (I don't know what my parents were thinking)...I dumped them all into one of those large Ziploc bags. It was like 3/4 full. That night I sat by myself on my parent's bed and watched the Sunday night TV movie and ate at least half the bag. After a while I felt crazy and sick and went into the living room and told my mom I didn't feel good. At that moment I saw three cartoon clouds in the air and I threw up all over the place.
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