Night 1: Cracker bread at Dublin Pub, accompanied by several pints. (Cracker bread = carb heaven. A flat bread covered in mashed potatoes, bacon and cheese. Hey, at least I didn't eat all of it!)
Night 2: Dinner at The Oakwood Club. A starter of carpaccio, salad, 9 oz filet, garlic rosemary mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli with a raspberry sauce. Again, didn't eat all of it, but I was sadly close. At the end of the meal, I looked at my plate, then quietly leaned over and whispered to the boy "I'm ashamed."
To help quell my feeling of rotten-ness, here is a little something to make us all giggle.
(Why don't the guys Roto Rooter sends to my house look like this??)
2 comments:
That's funny. I bet this is a "Web" only ad campaign.
Hahahaha! I needed that, whew! I also (ahem) had several pints that threw me way off! My current plan of attack on the diet is to make my "side" salad the biggest part of my meal. Then I'm too full to do any serious damage!
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