Oh Schnoodle Day. How I love thee, but this year you brought me down.
For those of you who are not familiar with Schnoodle Day, it began when my "favorite" team, t.u. was playing in the national championship game and as Colt McCoy was leaving field after an injury, we (the girls in the room) noticed his pants were completely see through. The next thing you hear is the announcer saying "Cause everyone loves a bog man". Hence, after some long discussions, it was decided it needed a holiday. Thus, Schnoodle Day became the Wednesday after Valentines Day with the motto "Cause everyone loves a bog man".
Now you may ask what in the world this has to do with being pregnant. Well, it is because you have to celebrate Schnoodle Day with cake and lots of chocolate. So, for Bunco last night Deborah bought a red velvet cake and lots of Girl Scout Cookies (some a little older than others). I tried my hardest to not eat sweets but how can you not have a piece of cake when it's Schnoodle Day? Needless to say, today I feel like crap. Thanks Schnoodle Day. Can't wait till next year when I can really celebrate.
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