Uncle

So I guess he called my bluff. Mommygoth sent a warning ( I am indebted, free babysitting at my house.), so although Mark told me it would be tommorow, apparently he has done the nasty deed today. And now I have a confession to make, I will not be posting the contents of the fast food bags. I don't do fast food, and I won't allow it on my blog. So I guess Mark won. And I'm ok with that. Sometimes it is the bigger person who has to say ENOUGH! UNCLE! I'll just sit back and lick my wounds, unable to stand up to the mighty Mark, who has admitted to wanting world domination. Usually when I am wounded , I get real sucky, I stay close to home, and get out my grannie's old recipe book. Perhaps I'll do some cooking. Comfort food always makes tramatic events easier for me to deal with. Cabbage rolls perhaps, they always make me feel better, or maybe her three cheese baked macaroni, the creamy mouthwatering kind. I do have that leftover roast in the fridge, perhaps with some of grandma's garlic mashed potatoes, and fresh asparagus with herbed butter.
So Mark, I wave the White napkin,... I mean flag.
You have beaten me into gluttenous submission. I sit here now, stuffing my face with Chunky Monkey from the carton, with a wooden spoon. It's a low moment for me.
Please congratulate Mark on his site for this splendid defeat on an unarmed Canadian woman.
UPDATE OMG I have made a terrible error. I read Mark's post this morning about what I thought he was going to do tommorow and then I find out he posted yesterday about what he was going to do today, and here I have gone and eaten myself into oblivion, because I thought he cheated but what really happen was I was in such a frenzy about the speedos and thongs that I just got confused. It happens sometimes.
Mark, if it's any consulation I'm still burpin up Chunky Monkey.