We decided to pay tribute to our childhood in the 70's by having a fondue night...oh wait, only Rachel was born in the 70s (wow, she's old). The only things we were missing were Go Go dancers and a disco ball.
Our gluttonous overindulgence in the 3 course meal was evident the minute we all started overheating. Our metabolisms were working too hard. If I had a thermometer light on my forehead like a car dashboard, it would have started flashing. I had to strip down cause I was sweating. I've never felt so horrible. Viva la melted cheese!
1 comment:
that is a horrible picture of me... nasty. although it does pretty much describes the way I felt after eating all that cheese!
Post a Comment