The Last Hurrah

We've been on a "last hurrah" for a few months now. Too much food, chocolate, sugar, and in Clive's case, booze.

Each weekend, as we lay/lie (?) on the sofa, finishing off that last scoop of Ben and Jerry's or that last drop of wine, we turn to each other and proclaim with as much vigor as we can muster, "This is the last hurrah! Next week, diet and exercise!"

As we were eating our way through Madison last week, dragging Mom and Paul down in to the calorie gutter with us, we frequently chanted the Proud Family battle cry. It's OK to have dessert at P.F. Chang's with Grandma and then go home and head straight over to Chocolate Shoppe for an ice cream cone, it's our LAST HURRAH! (sidebar confession: This was Kirstin alone who did this and enjoyed EVERY MINUTE OF IT!)

Here's to the last hurrah! May it hopefully be the last, at least for a while.

P.S. Lombardino's rocks!