Good day y'all.
I hope everyone is somewhere safe and feeling content.
I'm trying to relax and wondering how long it will be before I nod off. Yesterday wore me out somehow. Daddy had a doc appointment and we ran a few errands but we weren't out all day. Maybe it was the heavy bags I dragged in and the number of times I was up and down the steps to do so.
Daddy has more appointments next week and I have a service appointment for the vehicle. I like to get our grocery shopping done when we're out but I'm not sure if that will work next week. We'll see.
So folks, there is the matter of finishing post 864.
It ended here:
In more personal news, Daddy and I went out for dinner. We found a new (to me) local spot that has huge bowls.
And we continue here:
Bowls are trending now. I'm not sure why because they've been around for a while. I remember the first time we went to Qdoba. (Mr. Bliss was still alive so it was more than six years ago.) We all got burritos but bowls were an option.*
Daddy and I created our bowls from the many delicious menu options. The photos:
Did I say "delicious menu options"? I'll say it again: delicious menu options. The bowls were scrumptious.
I'd texted Baby Bliss before we left home, to tell her daddy and I were headed out for dinner. She had lots of questions, texting me up until daddy and I were actually eating.
In the middle of my gastronomic glee, someone came up behind me and put his/her hands over my eyes. (My glasses really.)
My first thought was, "Who the heck do I know that knows I'm here?"
It was my funny daughter with her beautiful baby hands. 💕
She and the fiancé were in town making the rounds. At night. 😐😑
My child stayed long enough to eat several mouthfuls from my bowl and talk to her grandpa while I ran out to the car to greet my son-in-law.
She, too, thought the food was delicious. So much so that she dropped a few dollars 💸 in the tip jar. (I love it when we people who have worked for tips in our previous lives show our appreciation for those who currently rely on tips to supplement their incomes by forking over some well-deserved 💰.)
My leftovers went with me. Daddy wasn't paying attention and he put his in the garbage. 😩
We made a pit stop on the way home but made it inside in time for evening meds and a couple of our evening tv shows before bed.
*Chipotle is our usual go-to for bowls in the real world. Although I will eat a burrito at a Mexican restaurant or similar, I switched to bowls a few years ago, when I began my carb-cutting "regimen". 😐 It's one of the fewer-carbs options I've been able to make work for me.
I hope everyone is somewhere safe and feeling content.
I'm trying to relax and wondering how long it will be before I nod off. Yesterday wore me out somehow. Daddy had a doc appointment and we ran a few errands but we weren't out all day. Maybe it was the heavy bags I dragged in and the number of times I was up and down the steps to do so.
Daddy has more appointments next week and I have a service appointment for the vehicle. I like to get our grocery shopping done when we're out but I'm not sure if that will work next week. We'll see.
So folks, there is the matter of finishing post 864.
It ended here:
In more personal news, Daddy and I went out for dinner. We found a new (to me) local spot that has huge bowls.
And we continue here:
Bowls are trending now. I'm not sure why because they've been around for a while. I remember the first time we went to Qdoba. (Mr. Bliss was still alive so it was more than six years ago.) We all got burritos but bowls were an option.*
Daddy and I created our bowls from the many delicious menu options. The photos:
My bowl: grilled chicken, quinoa, roasted sweet potatoes, lentils, roasted corn, kale slaw, some other stuff.
My butternut squash soup.
Daddy's bowl: onions, pink onions, kale slaw, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet and spicy peppers, meatballs.
Did I say "delicious menu options"? I'll say it again: delicious menu options. The bowls were scrumptious.
I'd texted Baby Bliss before we left home, to tell her daddy and I were headed out for dinner. She had lots of questions, texting me up until daddy and I were actually eating.
In the middle of my gastronomic glee, someone came up behind me and put his/her hands over my eyes. (My glasses really.)
My first thought was, "Who the heck do I know that knows I'm here?"
It was my funny daughter with her beautiful baby hands. 💕
She and the fiancé were in town making the rounds. At night. 😐😑
My child stayed long enough to eat several mouthfuls from my bowl and talk to her grandpa while I ran out to the car to greet my son-in-law.
She, too, thought the food was delicious. So much so that she dropped a few dollars 💸 in the tip jar. (I love it when we people who have worked for tips in our previous lives show our appreciation for those who currently rely on tips to supplement their incomes by forking over some well-deserved 💰.)
My leftovers went with me. Daddy wasn't paying attention and he put his in the garbage. 😩
We made a pit stop on the way home but made it inside in time for evening meds and a couple of our evening tv shows before bed.
🌸🌸🌸
*Chipotle is our usual go-to for bowls in the real world. Although I will eat a burrito at a Mexican restaurant or similar, I switched to bowls a few years ago, when I began my carb-cutting "regimen". 😐 It's one of the fewer-carbs options I've been able to make work for me.
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