Thanks for the warm welcome! It's been a hard day, points-wise and it was great to read your posts.
I only have a second, but it's enough to explain the horrible refried beans incident...
First, a short bit of background. I just moved to Michigan from Chicago with my boyfriend. We both quit our good jobs there so we could go to school fulltime here. This semester we're actually living with his parents while we save up money for the Fall, and taking courses at the local community college. So, in a nutshell, we decided to voluntarily become poor so I can finally finish my degree in Education (I'm 26 now). It was just too expensive in Chicago to take classes during the day, and you have to do that with my major...
Anyway, it all started last Wednesday morning, when I mentioned to my boyfriend's mom that refried beans are a great points value and it would be wonderful to make some bean burritos for lunch that day. She said "OO good! You can finish up those refried beans I have in the fridge." And I said "Hmm, when did we eat refried beans last?" We'd only been there a few weeks, but I didn't remember eating any in that time period... And she says "Oh, I made something with them last week." And it sounded kind of vague to me, but I decided to just believe her. Maybe I just wasn't there when these mysterious beans were eaten. So, I made the aforementioned burritos and took them to work.
Lunch time rolled around, and I heated up the burritos. I personally thought they smelled sort of weird, but decided they were probably fine. The also tasted kind of funny. But, I was really freaking hungry by then, and I finished them off. I won't go into vivid details, but they had a strange odor even after the fact, if you know what beans do to a person.
Anyway, an hour goes by and I'm suddenly overcome by a horrible, gut-wrenching stomach cramp, and my mouth fills up with the unmistakable taste of knowing what's gone in is soon to come out. Very soon. So, in a nutshell, I was violently ill for about a half hour, and decided these beans were obviously no longer good when I ate them. This should have been obvious before, but well, you know. I was REALLY HUNGRY.
It gets worse. Later, I mention (ever so politely) to my boyfriend's mom that she nearly killed me, what with her noxious beans and all, and she's like "Oh, well maybe they tasted weird because of the sausage." And I'm like "WHAT SAUSAGE??" She says "Um, these were refried beans with sausage. They're from Old El Paso." So, at that point I realize the beans were not only food-poisoned but probably filled with points!! Sure enough, I tracked down a label and they have like THIRTEEN grams of fat and 200 calories per HALF CUP. I had an entire cup. I guess it's a good thing they were rotten?? I just don't know even know. Finally, I called it six points (since most of them left the building, so to speak) and sulked for a while. Best solution I could come up with, hehe.
So, there's the story of the refried beans incident. It wasn't pretty, but it's um, a story... My stories are always weird. Maybe this is why I can't find real life friends!
