I got better
I've been hip-deep in pie (OH HO YES I BROUGHT OUT A SPORTS NIGHT REFERENCE!) data analysis, tears, house-hunting (and subsequent house-someone-else-buying-it-first), wedding planning, and about a month's worth of laundry.
But I just wanted to tell you about Wen's dinner last Friday night.
She said, "I feel like meat." And then proceeded to order fettuccine alfredo. With Italian sausage. And shrimp. And chicken. And meatballs. Even the waitress gave her shit about it.
After a few bites, she said, "It's like Noah's ark in my mouth."
But I just wanted to tell you about Wen's dinner last Friday night.
She said, "I feel like meat." And then proceeded to order fettuccine alfredo. With Italian sausage. And shrimp. And chicken. And meatballs. Even the waitress gave her shit about it.
After a few bites, she said, "It's like Noah's ark in my mouth."