So, being in Dallas is like being “home” for Byron. You can take the boy out of Texas….
Everything’s big here. My hair even seemed bigger when I fixed it this morning…oh well, when in Rome….
There are all kinds of great restaurants here…of course, tons of fabulous steak houses. But, when we decided to eat an early supper (would that be “slunch”?), I felt like having something…comforting. Maybe because I miss my kids who are home sick, maybe because I’m not feeling so great myself - but, for whatever reason I chose…
Cracker Barrel - that’s right, of all the places in the world…well, in Grapevine/Fort Worth/Dallas, I chose chicken ‘n dumplin’s, corn, carrots, cinnamon apples, biscuits, and hot chocolate at Cracker Barrel! Then, after a few bites, I had them pack it all up to go…lost my appetite.
Not sure why…and not sure why I’m blogging about it either, but there you are.
There’s a whole field of Longhorns at the entrance to our hotel…they’re gorgeous. But, the sky’s not as pretty here…no pink and purple sunsets.
So, it was sweet of Byron to indulge my strange need to eat comfort food tonight…I think he definitely deserves a steak tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll eat mine in the restaurant - our little mini fridge is starting to fill up (I did the same thing at dinner last night!).
At least I won’t gain weight with all this eating out - now if I could just make myself go to the work-out center…
Baby steps, baby steps…
(I better start taking some of those “baby steps” down to the work-out place, or Amanda’s gonna “tough love” me when she gets here! I think I’m just trying to rest up, so that I can keep up with her - who am I kidding? There’s not enough rest in the world…)
Gotta run go take another bubble bath before she gets here and puts me in “boot camp” and tells me things like “No pain, no gain!” and “Get moving, sissy-girl!” and various and sundry motivational phrases like that…
Ugh! I think I’m coming down with the flu…Peace out.
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