I drank this wretched concoction and then spent the next 59 minutes willing myself to not throw it up. I was grandly successful, as was the brilliant blood taker in getting my vein in one try. (A rarity...) I wish I could have looked at it as a nice little vacation from life. Just my magazines and I. But my near constant, awesome, nausea had other plans.
I chose to forgo the parking garage ($4 an hour) and parked at the adjacent mall for free. Mostly to justify getting myself (and my zebra purse that can hold six magazines, my composition book, and chunky wallet all with room to spare) this glorious Pumpkin Ice Blended. Worth every single gram of sugar. Take that glucose tolerance test!
Also, to swing by Children's Place to get some new zipper pajamas for my little stripper. Thanks again for the tip! Finally non-fleece zippys in her size for a great price.
I also have a bit of trouble passing by a Gymboree clearance rack. I bought the little one her first dress. Watch out summer. Watermelon girl is going to be crazy cute.