Sonic Happy Hour is making me fat.
It seemed like a great idea. Isaac takes a nap from 2-4:30ish…Sonic Happy Hour runs from 2-4. So lately, on the weekends, I’ll put him down, leave Zach to do homework and I’ll go (all by myself) to get drinks – specifically a Strawberry Lemonade for a $1.
Sonic is about five minutes away. So I get 12 minutes alone. Twelve minutes to sing. Twelve minutes to think. It’s glorious.
But now my pants don’t fit. Can I blame happy hour? I can’t think of anything else I’ve changed….well…I have recently started doing laundry – maybe I just shrunk my pants! Zach is convinced that’s what I did….I’m not so sure.
PS…don’t blame me if you find yourself looking for Sonic when you are out between 2 and 4.