You would think I have learned my lesson by now.

This week was a jammed packed week with me and CJ doing things we absolutely regretted. I accepted a challenge to shotgun a craft beer with Ben from Remarkable Liquids and CJ thought frolicking with 15 sparklers in our hands would end work out perfectly.

In both instances we learned the hard way.

I may have one upped CJ on the bad decisions though. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to say that I could "probably fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth."

And then CJ said prove it. I, a woman of my word, could not turn that down (even though I should have).

So early Friday morning, CJ and I played a game of "Chubby Bunny" on Facebook live and it went like this:

There's a good chance we wont be eating marshmallows anytime soon, unless of course someone makes us s'mores.