Walking at dusk across a deserted campus on Sunday, talking quietly of happy things, only to be scared out of my mind by cats jumping out of trash cans at me.
Carrying Guy out to the car, bundled up tight against the cold, and seeing on the snow beside the path a pair of finding nemo little boy's underpants. The undies were cuddling up to a string cheese wrapper.
Out to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. We were well into our entrees when two ladies sat down at a table next to us, one very thin. Between the two of them, by the time we left they'd devoured two baskets of bread, three appetizers, and were almost done tucking into their entrees, accompanied by multiple alcoholic drinks and several diet cokes. The funny thing is, the very thin lady ate twice as much, and she ate everything with ranch dressing. Even the spinach dip got dipped in ranch dressing.
Kind of an odd week so far, but the pecan caramel turtle cheesecake is divine.
1 comment:
That ranch dressing thing was so weird :) Haha...we had fun with you guys too!
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