I'm the Carb.

SO. Skinny Bride Fails this weekend. But in my defense. There was a dinner party.

A Food Network Themed Dinner Party.

And I was Paula Dean.

I made fried pickles and fried squash with super secret dipping sauce (AKA ranch+hot sauce) and Krispy Kreme Bread Pudding.

That's right folks Krispy Friggin Kreme Friggin Bread Pudding. Uh, Yes please. I had a recipe, but I ran out of milk so I used french vanilla coffee creamer with eggs as my custard (ain't I resourceful?). It was SO unbelievably good. It made my arteries contract in the way only the best (most fattening) food does....mmmmmmm.

As bad/awesome as this menu sounds...it gets better. The boys made steak fajitas, lemon grilled chicken over tomatoes and greens, corn casserole, garlic green beans, crab deviled eggs, and build your own fruit cobbler (I had it sans fruit). FOR 5 PEOPLE. We like food. We like it alot. We ate ourselves into near carb comas, as we all laid back in our chairs rubbing our bloated bellies and groaning, yet still spooning bread pudding and crumble in our mouths.....GROSS. But gross in the best way possible.

We tried to burn some calories by playing a game of apples to apples, but somehow I got the nickname "Carb" out of it, and one of the buttons popped off my shorts...Irony is a bitch sometimes. I was just thankful that I had a secondary closure for my britches, or that would have been real embarrassing,

Today I had a fatty hangover (similar to the day after Thanksgiving) so I was feeling pretty sluggish, tired, and nauseated.

That's the last time I eat KKBP topped with ice cream and oatmeal cookie crumbles after gorging on 7 courses of food.

To make myself feel better I ate chocolate cake with Matt's family. With ice cream. Two types of ice cream.

My pants are unbuttoned in preventative measures, no projectile buttons here.

I promise to be a good fat bride tomorrow. I will even get on wii fit. I will even let wii fit call me obese. I need a fat reality check.