Greetings...
So how was your Thanksgiving?
Lots of turkey, stuffing, yams, cranberry dressing.
You stuff yourself, feeling as if you will puke, then go in for seconds, thirds--hey, the food's here--why not?
What really happened was you dragged yourself to see family members you hate to eat the same dry bird that no amount of gravy will save. Your dad will tell the same story about the time you shaved the head of the "special needs" kid who lived down the block (it's not your fault if he belived you when you said the magic unicorn would appear if he did it).
...Still funny though.
Me, I've been sick; you're familiar with it--sore throat, yellow mucus, head feels like it's in a vice grip... FUN!
Went to Boston Market--my review: great, if you like a salt pile with little bits of turkey on it.
Let's just say never again.
Rob and I wanted a relaxing Saturday: "hey, let's go to the Village, get some Indian food"--sounds good right?
Well, things have changed. The lovely booth that we sat in reminded me of some kind of shop class project; the decor looked like some kind of a rest stop--don't ask, let your imagination flow. The food: not bad, but when there are roaches crawling on the booth walls, I tend to lose my will to eat. Let's just say if you happen upon 181 Bleecker street, do not go in.
Now you can never say that I haven't given you some useful info.
