I got beat up by a pastry!

Man, who knew a cinnamon roll could pack such a punch. Last night I was having a late night snack with Miguel while watching Palin give her speech when all of a sudden I had to pull away from the table. My stomach starched wrenching and the next thing I knew the upper pallet of my mouth and throat began to swell. I could no longer breath out of my nose and my eyes almost swelled shut. I looked down at my legs, and then noticed on my stomach, that it looked like I had been attacked my a swarm of mosquitos. Needless to say, I was freaking out. I started wheezing and thought I was about to take a trip to the hospital. Miguel took a picture of my face. I looked like something you would see on the news with the heading " battered woman." Sorry, I would post it, but if I get picked to run as Vice President, I don't want that showing up on the front page. This morning my eyes are still swollen and it looks like botex gone wrong. I don't think I'll be going anywhere today. You would think Egore had gotten loose. Good thing I can laugh at myself. Anyways, I guess that's one way to stay away from sweets. I don't even want to look at another baked good for a while.