Because I am six.

I had chocolate milk for breakfast for I am six. And not only did I have chocolate milk for breakfast, I had chocolate milk for breakfast in the biggest “glass” we have. It’s a pink and clear stripy acrylic glass that I received as a birthday present this year. Complete with much other pink stuff that when you put it all together makes for a truly awesome “stay in and watch romanticesque movies” set.

So I had like 96 ounces of chocolate milk for breakfast. As I mentioned I am six. After the 96 ounces of chocolate milk I was not at all uncomfortable. Yesterday, however, I had to drink 32 ounces water and not pee for almost three hours for an ultrasound of my girlie bits. First, I thought I was going to vomit from having to consume so much liquid in such a short amount of time. Not to mention that I am, in fact, six and as such I do not actually like water. The only thing that stopped me was knowing if I didn’t have at least 32 ounces of water in my bladder when I showed up they’d reschedule me. Second, on any other day I have to stop mid-way through my 12 ounce diet coke to pee. Three hours was an eternity.

The good news that everything came back fine. The bad news is that means they have been treating something that isn’t there. And I’m back to square on in terms of what is truly wrong. But I did have 96 ounces of chocolate milk for breakfast and that makes me happy!

In other news, we’re a wild and crazy couple. We went out for supper and a movie last night. On a Thursday. It was almost midnight when we made it back home. I don’t even know who we are anymore! It’s sort of weird that I feel all little kidesque when we stay out late. Like we’re breaking some sort of rule or something. Last summer we stayed out until almost four a.m. playing cards with some friends. Driving home I felt the exact same high I felt as a kid and I broke curfew. I mention that I am six?