June 17, 2015
So far, so good. I went out for dinner, perused the menu and chose Chicken Scarpariello. Probably not the best choice, but I didn’t have time to check out the menu online. I chose the lesser of the evils.
New restaurant — horrible meal. I ate about a third of it and took the rest home. Dessert? No thank you.
When I returned home, two-thirds of my dinner in hand, I decided on the way in the door that this food was never going to enter my stomach. What possessed you to bring it home? It was awful.
I walked directly into the kitchen and deposited the bag into the garbage — it never even made it to the refrigerator. Good for me.
Another day filled with good numbers. Whew.