Place: Fazoli's
Lunch: Baked spaghetti with meatballs, breadsticks
There's a REALLY cute blonde dining with a guy who looks German. He even has a stocking cap with a brim that makes it look like a German army helmet that was knitted over. She is on her phone with a friend going "blah blah blah giggle blah blah blah" and he looks bored out of his mind. Like he's going to fall over.
E-mail conversation I had earlier today:
(bish): "Come on, didn't you miss me a little?"
(me): "Of course, silly. Weren't you visiting your brother in Siberia or something? I here they eat penguins there."
(bish): "Switzerland and it's horses. SOOO not kidding."
I ate at an Idaho truck stop that had rabbit on the menu once.
But never horses.
