These are the summer potholes. These are the foods and drinks that I need to swerve around all summer in order to stay sleek, lean and svelte.
But so far, I haven’t been successful and my axle’s broken and my bumper’s draggin’: Bump, bump, bumpety- bump!
And it’s not even officially summer yet!
Tonight we went to the Wren’s Nest for dinner to celebrate G and her Dad’s successful completion of the new shed. They worked like dogs for the past three days. And let’s not forget the mad-crazy skillzzzz of Fred! Could not have done it without Fred–amazing what that man knows how to DO! Wished he could have joined us for dinner tonight, but he was off helping yet another friend in need. Fred is THE best friend in the world! (Thank you, Frederico!)
We dined in style with wine and dessert (to go). Went with the Peanut Butter Mousse Pie. Tomorrow I put myself back in harness. These culinary potholes are killin’ me and my girlish figure.
(spit, snort.)
Inspiration Location 
But what happens to the ice cream mornings when Wimbledon is on?? That memory still sticks with me.
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Yeah. I know. This is what I’m talkin’ ’bout. There are traditions and rituals to uphold, people! (meep.)
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