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My pants don't fit.

I can blame the Embassy Suites (my new favorite hotel).

A last minute Disneyland bug bit us and we took a road trip down to SoCal last week.  We had a great time.  Probably too great of a time.  I ate and ate and ate.

If you haven't stayed at the Embassy Suites before, you must.  They include a full breakfast. And I mean full.  I had a made-to-order omelet every morning.  And then some.

The best part was their  "managers reception" a.k.a happy hour. It's included too.  Who doesn't want to exit the park, hit the hotel and have a glass of wine (or two) while watching the kiddos swim?

I don't think I need to point out that no amount of walking at through Disneyland was enough to burn off the extra calories I ingested at the Embassy Suites..  My pants are a hair too tight this week, so back to water, veggies and running.