At dinner tonight, my brother and I were joking about the fact that I don't eat at home anymore. That's certainly been true this week.
With my work load picking up, especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I work from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. I've been working hard to bring food with me.
Then the weekend hit.
And I had a latte and donut, I went out to dinner, I had another donut, I went out to dinner again, and again.
I am getting a variety of food though: sweet potato ravioli followed by orange mocha cheesecake, thai iced tea and yakisoba noodles, and alaskan lingcod and burnt cream. So I have that going for me.
Not only was the food delicious, but now I have leftovers to last me the first few days of the week.
The funniest moment of my weekend out:
I'm not sure what "as many times as you can" means. Am I supposed to sit there flushing repeatedly as I go to the bathroom? Am I supposed to flush as many times as it takes to get everything down?
I'm just not sure. Also, notice the amazing grammar. It was in a thai restaurant.
Maybe a new toilet would be a good investment. It could save their water bill.