Last night we went to a party for a family friend. My kids were in heaven--the party was at a place I would never voluntarily take them...

They were like, "What? Someone just keeps giving me golden coins to feed into unlimited video games and cheesy rides? What? Unlimited pizza and soda? What? These machines spit out tickets that I get to redeem for incredibly cheap prizes? What? I get to eat all this cake and candy?"

As I said, they were in heaven.

I, on the other hand...Ugh. Cheese pizza--mostly crust, Diet Pepsi (not my favorite) and cake. Yes, I tried it. I don't know why because I don't even like cake. I felt so sick by the end of it. I really didn't eat that much, it's just that I don't usually eat that kind of crap. Ugh. Nauseous. Yuck. Free day is just not all it's cracked up to be.

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