Stick a fork in me, cause I am done.

Why is it over a holiday eating becomes an activity?!

An activity that I clearly {just by the fact that I had to lay down to zip

my pants yesterday} over indulged in.

With a few of these in hand.

Off the the dip train I went.

Here is the deal.

I have come to realize there is four type of dippers:

1. The people who are all about the vessel to which you bring the dip to your mouth. They MIGHT barely stick a corner of the chip into the dip.

2. Those out there who are dip enthusiast. You know the kind they will use anything to get that dip a chip, spoon, finger, WHATEVA.

3. Those of us who believe a dip and its vessel make a harmonist union on your taste buds {insert me raising my hand}.

4. And lastly, those out there that are anti dippers. You know the ones. The thought of sticking a chip into a communal bowl of dip makes them dry heave.

A few dips thats made their rounds.

Bean and my Dad. They played this merry go round dip game for about 20 minutes. Bean would point, my Dad would dip, and then they would eat.

Try to get my stuff together this week.

Valentines Day DIY's coming soon!