
Plus a little of this -

As you might have predicted, we totally pigged out on this fantabulous feast tonight, our very own last supper. We wanted to eat a wide variety of products as the Master Cleanse is so damn restrictive. Of course, you can't eat food - but did you know that you can't have anything to drink but water?!?
Not this

And especially none of this (Deana says BOO but since I don't drink beer I'm trying to act like I don't care when in reality I'm already drunk on wine)

So, we're off to drink ourselves silly (each to her own signature cocktail). It feels just like Fat Tuesday around here - and the pun was totally intended.
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