Life’s good. Nancy’s here, how could I not be happy? I caught up with her and her boyfriend down at the Plaza. We walked around, her arm linked in mine. I’ve missed that.
Then my roomie and the G-man met us for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. The food was good, the cheesecake even better. Portion control in the United States is out of control. But I never realized how much until last night. Three of us split the meatloaf, and we were all stuffed. I had a third of a meal and was full enough to hesitate to eat cheesecake. There’s something wrong there (with the portion size, not the cheesecake).
- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
1 comment:
Shouldn't her arm be linked around her boyfriend. J/K! Love the comradery!
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