a delicious mistake

This is day two in Alabama with the grandfolks, and day two of all-you-can-eat buffet dinners.

Each time, the food has been quite delicious, but there's just something about a buffet that makes you forget all of your common sense and ignore that little voice that keeps telling you: "Stop eating, you pig! Do you want to end up like that oversized lady over there?" Instead, you're like "I can't hear you lalalalalalala" as you stuff more ribs into your mouth.

And eating at a buffet when you're on vacation is a double-whammy because you think: "I don't need to eat healthy - I'm on VACATION". So you pile on the fried shrimp and get a second helping of ice cream.

And then when it's time to leave, you find yourself struggling to get up from the table... all of that deliciousness is keeping you anchored to your chair.

If you had been eavesdropping on our party of seven tonight as we rolled walked back to the car, you would have heard us say:

"I won't need to eat again. Ever."

"Grandma, do you have any laxatives?"

"Where's the vomitorium?"

"I've got a 'food baby' in my stomach."

"That was a mistake."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go pass out on the couch while I try to digest....