Best laid plans ... out the window.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
I knew I had to take a friend from out of town to dinner tonight--no time to cook, school meetings all day. Besides I had a plan even though his favorite food is italian, I was going to order something I liked but bring 1/2 home. Well, I boxed up a little less than 1/2, but half way through the meal the waitress brought fresh garlic bread topped with parmesan cheese to the table. All bets were off. I kept dipping into the bread basket. My mind couldn't make my hand stop dipping, and my mouth stop accepting it. Well, it was good. So much for this week's weigh-in. There's always next week, as my southern grandmother used to say, "If I live and nothing happens...."