Lets face the music and dance
Saturday, October 13, 2012
OK, I'm going to 'fess up now and get it over with. A friend came to visit me yesterday, and after my fantastic news on Thursday, he wanted to celebrate with me. Well, honest, it would have been rude not to wouldn't it? So obviously you're thinking to yourself, I told him I'd like to go for a nice walk along the canal bank. Maybe have one swift drink before we head back. Or maybe I said I'd like to go the local music pub and dance the night away. Of course that's what I said. Or at least, that's what I meant to say but he must have suddenly forgotten how to understand English because what actually happened was;
We drank Southern Comfort [though I did dilute mine with diet lemonade]. And we ordered jalapeņo peppers covered in cream cheese and bread crumbs [I only had two - honest], and Pizza. But again, I only had two slices. Oh and cheesecake - which I didn't have any of. But it's in the fridge, and I can hear it calling my name. I seem to have spent all week resisting cheese cake. There it is, calling me again. Tempting me.............