This weekend, the hubby and I went down the Jersey Shore to visit the ma-in-law. On Saturday, we took the obligatory ride to the boardwalk.
After being bullied into going into a fun house with my nephew, the hubby asked if I wanted an ice cream.
No, thanks, I replied.
Oh, I know, you're waiting to get a funnel cake, he said.
Nah, no funnel cake either. Too fattening, I said.
He looked at me like I was crazy. I probably am, considering the fact that I absolutely LOVE funnel cakes. But hell, I wasn't eating it. An entire funnel cake is worth a day's allotment of food. I'd rather eat 152 rice cakes instead.
Today, I'm thinking about how good it would have been. I've even considered driving down the shore to get one. But with the price of gas over $3.00 a gallon, I think I'll take a ride to the bookstore instead and buy Shopgirl by Steve Martin, which coincidentally, was a great movie.
Okay, enough with my ramble. The point is that I was face to face with my nemesis - the delicious and wonderful funnel cake - and I didn't cave. Less than 15 weeks to our trip to Hawaii and I am going to look awesome in my bathing suit, since I don't plan on bringing any other clothing.