skinny seven layer dip

you made your bed, and now you have to lie in it.

such an irritating saying. like, thank you aristotle. it’s almost as bad as “everything happens for a reason.” well yes, but it might be for a really stupid reason.

so i’m doing that now. and lying in it feels like the morning after that country themed party in college where i proved how over my ex-boyfriend i was – who was dating my sorority sister and at said party – by showing how much tequila i could drink. which is apparently a lot. which everyone saw as i was stumbling to the loo on the charter bus. oh, he wanted me bad after that. let me tell you.

ain’t nobody love snake bites more than a scorned woman.

it’s the worst. the tequila hangover and the whole “i thought i wanted this and i do but not just like this and i wish someone would’ve known exactly how i wanted it and had it happen that way” kind of thing

and it’s all my fault. but i’m never wrong. so now i will pretend it’s fine because if i say it’s not then i am technically wrong, which i’m not. because i never am.

have you felt that way? where you got exactly what you said you wanted and it just wasn’t the way you thought it would be.

anyway. you dip, i dip, we dip?

it’s all going to be okay because this dip exists in the world. and it’s not that bad for you. it’s light-er.

we make it at the lake all the time. kelby actually introduced me to this one – one more reason why she’s my favorite. if you couldn’t already tell by how much i talk about her. but seriously.

i have issues with dips. i once saw someone make a dip that included cream cheese, sour cream and more cheese. oh and some salsa.

and that just makes my insides churn. no one needs that.  i need something with some nutrients in it. this is definitely the lighter version of a seven layer dip.

it’s like the party of dips. make it. do it now.