Tonight after work, Mr. G and I start our journey to the south. While I am excited to get away from rainy VT, and Steve, and crawfish, and sun, and relaxing, and Nordstroms, and the boat, and the sun, there is one thing that I am more excited about than everything else. It is something that we do not have up here in the quant New England countryside (or New England at all).
I will be getting a Chick-Fil-A original sandwich with a large side of waffle fries and some polynesian sauce and a sweet lemonade the minute we land in Texas.
Double dub (weight watchers) be damned.