I went shopping with my delightful friend Ms. Meadows yesterday. She needed a few select items for an important trip to Cali this weekend. I had to give her a sound lashing in the dressing room when she kept complaining she felt fat because the size 2's were SLIGHTLY snug on her. Our voices were raised in front of more than one three way mirror. We took refuge in Sbarros pizza and paradise bakery cookies. I learned the hard way that you're not guaranteed the freshest slice of Canadian bacon and pineapple at 8:00 at night.
I then went home and tried to work on an 11 page short story fiction that is due next week; I ended up staring at the blinking cursor on my laptop monitor for like half an hour. Then I read Newsweek and went to bed. Productive evening.
4 comments:
8 p.m. is not that late. It's the 15 year olds making it. Even so, that pic of pizza has made me want some!
See you tomorrow, hopefully.
Hugs, Aunt C
Good pictures with your blog. Maybe you should write your paper about a king fat cat that does nothing at all except sleep, eat and stretch, yet somehow has a house with 4 people at his beck and howl.
I don't know what upsets me more, fruit on a pizza or the fact that anyone (other than dr phils latest rescue attempt) can wear a size 2. Where is a treadmil when you need one?!
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now, warm fruit and/or fruit in desserts I'm not down with. but pineapple on pizza is divine
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