What does a typical Friday look like?
The only thing that marks Fridays in my house is that I don’t cook.
We order pizza or grab Subway or Indian food or whatever we’re in the mood for. Usually we don’t come to an agreement on what we’re in the mood for so it means ordering and going to various places just for one meal. So be it.
When I was quite pregnant with Bella-Lena a million moons ago, my ex-husband and I were traveling to my parents and stopped in a town called the Pas for supper.
I was having crazy pregnancy cravings and so we ended up calling ahead and ordering dry ribs from a place called Mr. Ribs.
To go with that I was dying for KFC fries and gravy, grabbed that.
To wash it down I needed me some A&W root beer, one more stop.
No wonder I gained eighty pounds that pregnancy. Eek.
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