Other people might want chocolate cake, but when I want comfort food, I desire a big rib eye steak, a baked potato with butter and sour cream, a nice piece of warm bread with butter, and a salad - not a healthy salad, but a salad made with iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, croutons, and doused with blue cheese dressing. I didn't eat all of it, but I ate most of it. And it was good.(and you can see that my favorite tablecloth was in the wash last night)
Yesterday while driving around (which is a big fat pain due to having a big honkin' convention here this week) I saw a sign outside a restaurant that made me laugh. It said:
Oprah, our wings are only 150 calories each
For some reason I thought that was hilarious. She truly could see that sign, but I highly doubt that she would care to indulge in 150 calorie (each) wings. Yuck.
This morning I am off to a new 6:30 meeting - well, not that new, I actually named the group the first time they met back in 1995 or 1996. But it is not the one I have been attending as my homegroup. Then I shall meet a sponsee and get her 5th step done. Then to work.
One foot in front of the other...
