Going to Chez Nous and not getting a spicy chicken melt is like going to Outback and not getting steak. Today, I did both.
My coworker’s husband brought me a fruit salad for lunch instead of my usual spicy chicken melt, and for a delicious second, I thought that the nectarine strips were fries. After work, I went to Outback for Alicia’s birthday dinner and ate grilled fish while everyone (including the 7-year-old sitting next to me) ate steak.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Nice job, Marion! I once substituted my side of fries for a salad and it was a heart wrenching decision. Keep it up!
Also, I laughed so hard while reading your little girl with ribbons story. That is totally something I would do! My husband has started to play along and will try to get next to a car with a dog so that I can look at it. I think he knows that it’s just easier this way.
April 22nd, 2011 | #