gorgonzola cheeseburgers with bacon

The most delicious heart attack EVAH!

[Not that I should talk -- including tonight, I've eaten out the past three nights, and my lunch was fried chicken with a side of macaroni and cheese. I think my arteries may go on strike.]

The porcelain finish on my kitchen sink is ancient and pitted. I can get it really clean with a bit of baking soda and a sponge without breaking a sweat.

But I so rarely do this.

Also, I have no idea what I'm going to make for dinner. I think I used up all the stuff I got for dinners the last time I went grocery shopping.

I specifically bought gorgonzola cheese last week because I thought this sounded good. I need to use it up else I'll just end up with uneaten, stinky cheese in the fridge.

Green Day girl sounds adorable. My foavorite local toddler was running around in her Beastie Boys T-shirt on Sunday. So cute!

We're going to see them in a week, so I'm definitely getting Owen a wee American Idiot t-shirt.

Damn. Now *I* want a cheeseburger. Not a fast-food one, but a big fat juicy one (acceptable sources include Applebee's, TGI Friday's, etc., because they have fat juicy burgers and not flat sad fast-food ones).

Oh! There's an Applebee's on the way home from my therapist's office! Which wouldn't matter normally, except that I have an appt. after work, and I could call in an order and they have that ToGo! thing where they'll bring it out to your car, and -- fat juicy burger!

I think I have a plan. A darn good plan.

The most delicious heart attack EVAH!

And I keep wondering why DH's cholesterol is high. His doctor probably wants to kick my ass.

Yeah, it's the opera house.

Does that mean I should get a lot more dressed up than I previously thought? I think I'll go long black skirt to be sure, I think that still fits.

Go decadence, choose decadence, Lilty.

Steph, that sounds like a fabulous idea! Now I want a cheeseburger. Except, I'm making chili for dinner. Hmmmmm...

Susan, you've got mail.

Huh. The thought of a cheeseburger, even with gorgonzola and/or bacon, just isn't tweaking my interest. Odd--usually that would have me drooling on my keyboard.

I'll probably have a turkey pot pie again.

My best guess is that you should wear clothes AND shoes.

Unless it's a Betazoid wedding.

Only the bride and groom are nekid. The guests are dressed. And, I'm a bit frightened that I am one of those people who know this.

I am eating a McD's ice cream cone and it is so very tasty.

At my last appt., a month ago, my therapist said that she thinks I'm at a point where I can be done with therapy, to which I say YAY! and also agree. I think for the rest of the year I'm going to see her every 3 months just to check in, but I'm more or less mentally healthy not crazy free to roam among the normal folk.

Dude. Weird.

But I'm still taking ADs. I suspect, at this point, having been through too many relapses, that I'll be on them indefinitely, b/c while the therapy really helped my coping skills and adjusted my perspective on....stuff, the chemicals in my brain are pretty resistant to living drug-free.

Only the bride and groom are nekid. The guests are dressed. And, I'm a bit frightened that I am one of those people who know this.

I thought that might be the case. But pointing it out would have made my post less funny, so I ignored that little feeling that something wasn't quite right.