Here we go again.

Dairy and me? We don’t get along so well. But, well you see – last night Aaron volunteered to make dinner and um, well, I was all about that so I didn’t really pay attention to what was happening.
And then it hit my plate. He made fajitas. Really, really, really good ones. And there was sour cream on the table – and well, whats a proper fajita without some sour cream? I know. Thats what I thought.
So I threw caution to the wind and put a spoonful on my first fajita and was instantly reminded why dairy is so addicting for me. The flavors, the creaminess. The love. I went on to have 2 more fajitas – both with sour cream on the tortilla and then some really bad-for-you-boxed-angel-hair-pasta made with milk. And butter. And cheese.
Can you tell where I’m going?
Straight to hell. I woke up this morning wishing I was going to die. My entire sinus cavity was chalk full of reasons I should never throw caution to the wind and my stomach was arguing with me all night long. Plus I didn’t sleep well. Plus I have a raging head ache.
Plus? Dairy is sooooo not my favorite food group.

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