Ewww...

I am so sick.

So, so sick.

My stomach is crying out in agony.

It's gross. 

It all started last night when we made homemade Oreos with Devil's Food cake mix and cream cheese frosting. Because you can't watch a cheesy movie on ABC Family without a snack. And it was Another Cinderella Story. And I loved it. Eunice from She's the Man was on it. And her character was insane. And the boy was really cute. And he could sing. And dance. Attractive.

Then this morning Cortnie made us pancakes. Which were super delicious and I ate them drenched with peanut butter and homemade chokecherry syrup. Yum. I ate two. 

And then Kenny (who shall, from this point forward, be referred to as "Pops"--it's shorter) made it worse. He came over to plan FHE, armed with a diet Dr. Pepper and a bag of sour gummy worms. Which he so kindly shared with me. I forgot to mention that I love gummies. I also forgot to mention that sour gummies are a huge weakness. 

But then his brilliant plan for FHE was to make brownies. Chocolate is another one of my weaknesses. So what did I do? I handed him my box of brownie mix off the top of the cupboards and told him I was bringing the rest of my cream cheese frosting.

After he left with his gummy worms, I got the munchies really bad. Because that is what happens when I eat gummy treats. So I ate the two leftover chocolate cookies from last night.

And then Cort, Abbie, and I went to the grocery store. And then we went to Panda Express, where I loaded up on chow mein and orange chicken. And I got a Dr. Pepper. Because of that Dr. Pepper that Pops had. I love Dr. Pepper. It has such a weird taste, but it's so delightful at the same time.

While I ate my orange chicken, I baked peanut butter brownies. Which Abbie and I then took over to FHE. Along with the cream cheese frosting. We were met by more brownies and ice-cream in Pops's kitchen.

FHE was fun. Two of the boys that don't usually come showed up, so that was nice to see them, and it's always fun to get to know everyone a little better. And we played a couple games.

And I ate a peanut butter brownie with ice-cream. 

Scrumdiddlyumptious. Seriously. I thought life couldn't get much better.

Until Pops had his second brilliant plan. Spread the cream cheese frosting over the regular brownies that just came out of the oven, and then sprinkle crushed Oreos on top. 

Then I had one of those with--you guessed it--more ice-cream. Pops thought it was touching the celestial kingdom. Abbie thought it was pretty close. I thought it was nigh unto exaltation.

Mormons. 

Hah.

And now....

I am sick.

I feel like puking.

It hurts so bad.