I should hate you, Lola. You force me to do things I don't want to do. Such as get drunk and eat until I explode.
I had no intention of getting tipsy, but your Sangria was so good that I drank the entire pitcher of red AND white. WTF? I don't even like wine. I had no intention of eating so much that I got sick, but I couldn't resist eating every single garbanzo bean and spinach leaf in sight.
Ugggggg. Tummy ache.
But worth it.