9 Comments posted by Kristi on Saturday, July 18, 2009 at 2:38 PM
I don't get out much.
Our babysitters are 80 years old, and can't be left alone with the kiddos for any length of time. They also can't drive after dark.
Since the birth of the twins last October, we've left all three kids just once in the evening in the care of my amazing friends who allowed the hubs and me to celebrate my birthday at our favorite restaurant.
So in the evenings, when the rest of the world is going out to dinner, a movie, or drinking themselves into oblivion, you'll find the hubs and me parked on the couch, watching bad reality tv while Isabella and the babies sleep upstairs. It's a small, small world, which some of the time suits me just fine. Most of the time, though, it's too small.
Needless to say, the "Girls' Night In" giveaway I entered on Tracey's blog intrigued me. A new BlogHer group call "The Juice" was sponsoring the giveaway, and the prize was awesome: A basket of candy, DVDs, snacks, and a t-shirt - everything you would need to invite friends over for a "girl's night at home."
It was as if the fates were smiling down upon me because I won!
Here is what arrived at my house on Thursday:
There are Cheetos, people. Cheetos! (Or I should say, there were Cheetos, since I basically ripped open the bag and poured the contents directly down my throat immediately after taking this photo.)
Oddly, there are also three 90-calorie Quaker granola bars in this basket o' unhealthy wonderfullness. I'm not sure what they were doing in there, but I promptly stashed them in the back of my cupboard, to be consumed once I've devoured snack heaven and need to lose the five pounds it will no doubt add to my "still-need-to-lose-7-pregnancy-pounds" frame.
And while I didn't invite my friends over for a "Girls' Night In" to share the motherlode with me, I have been thoroughly enjoying eating my way through the kinds of foods that normally don't make an appearance in my house because I have absolutely no willpower whatsoever, and would eatandeatandeatandeatandeat myself back into my fat pants if I bought these kinds of things on a regular basis.
Thank you so much, Tracey!