No, not a groupIE — a rock band following floozy. But a groupER — a bottom feeding fish. That’s how I like to describe myself these days. I believe that is one of the reasons why I have gained a bale of hay…55 pounds…since this:
DH, the kid and I went to a local BBQ place for lunch over the weekend. This is what we ordered:
- Potato Skins
- Onions Rings
That was just for starters. For my main meal, I ordered a pulled pork sandwich with sweet potato fries. The kid ordered a pulled pork sandwich with regular fries, but that doesn’t matter. She’s 14.
DH ordered a small cup of chili. That is why I can bounce a quarter off his ass AND his stomach. Even though he is old. Even though he is middle-aged. Because he is not a grouper, he is a guppy.
There was this left over:
- 1/4 of a potato skin
- 2 onion rings
- 1 wing
- 1/2 sandwich
- 1 small pile of sweet potato fries
DH hates leftovers. They pretty much repulse him. Me? There are starving children in Ethiopia and I cannot, will not, throw anything away. Well, unless it starts to look like a science project and even then I have a problem with it.
So against hubby’s wishes I told the server to wrap it all up. That was Saturday. Yesterday was Monday. DH tried to toss out my leftovers twice but I caught him and threatened bodily harm.
So I ate this for lunch to save it’s life:
Even though I wasn’t hungry. If I didn’t, it would go into the garbage and I couldn’t live with myself. I guess that explains why I look like this now:
All because I can’t throw away food. Ok, I’ll say it…I’m middle aged too. I know that doesn’t help. I also know I’ll never have that 23 year old body again. But come on. A bale of hay?