Saturday, we went to Red Lobster to celebrate my father-in-law's and brother-in-law-in-law's birthdays. They both like seafood. I do not.
But Red Lobster makes a decent chicken breast, and a bottomless basket of really, really tasty cheese biscuits. So I never complain when someone wants to go to Red Lobster, because it means I can fill up on bread, just like my father taught me not to do.
I have learned an important lesson about restaurants: they let you take your leftovers home with you! So when they bring me two pieces of chicken, I don't have to eat them both right away. I can eat one now, and save the other for later, thus making more room in my tummy for a second cheese biscuit. And a third. And, um, a fourth. I really like those cheese biscuits, okay?
And while I'm on the subject of tasty carbohydrate-laden biscuits that I'm pretty sure are so tasty because they are deep-fried rather than baked... I wore a skirt today that I remembered being too small for me, but it actually fit! Which I am going to take as a good sign regarding the state of my body, although it could just as easily be a bad sign regarding the state of my memory.
P.S. Tip for the day: If you're ever going to Red Lobster for someone's birthday, you can get a whole cake that easily serves 10-12 people for $6. A pretty good deal considering most of the desserts on the menu are $5 per serving.