IN WHICH WE DISCOVER THAT WE LIKE CHICKEN WINGS. A LOT.

More specifically, I have learned (as of this evening) that I simply ADORE Hooters naked Daytona chicken  wings.  I had them, along with a sensible salad, and I've been sitting here for the last two hours wondering if it would be unseemly to claim a forgotten errand and then high-tail it back there for another round.

Hmmmm.

As a single hermit spinster this would not have been a difficult decision.

But as a newly coupled, desperately seeking perfection, and God forbid this man discovers I'm actually an entirely flawed bowl of nuts...methinks I should just delicately sip my lemon water and pretend to be interested in the TeeVee viewing selections coming from the other side of the sectional.

I can promise you, though, that first thing tomorrow I will be planning my entire schedule around hitting that Hooters for lunch.  I have to get labwork done, and it just so happens that the Hooters is practically in the parkng lot of the lab.

Gee...wonder if that's a sign?

No stitching tonigt, Dearies.  The headache is at about a level 4, and I really don't want to push my luck with the eye strain and the bright light.

We're hurtling head long into the weekend!  Labwork, bank, grocery, and car wash tomorrow, and then it's home for chili and cornbread, the ND/Miami of Ohio game on Saturday, and then a little bruch action after Mass on Sunday.  Sure is a lot different than my previous weekend norm...no?