Update: Apparently the soda bottles aren't defective.
~*~serious eyeroll~*~ My husband seemed to open a bottle just fine. So I'm a wimp.
And - I have my blood sugar test in the morning which means no eating for me from now until after I get done with it tomorrow.
Total torture.
I want grilled shrimp with drawn butter.A nice salad with a peppercorn ranch and baby shrimps and cashews sprinkled on top.Chicken strips with cajun french fries... the good kind from McMenamins. And their honey mustard and ranch dips.A true, honest, grilled cheeseburger from a charcoal grill with ALL the fixings. Well done, please.
I better stop there, because I'm making myself miserably hungry.
1 comment:
Yeah, ditto on the miserably hungry.
Hope the test comes out good for you.
It always works out that way ~ when you know you CAN'T eat, that's when you're hungriest.
M~
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