Hooters, Halibut & No Hanky Panky

As the majority of my day is spent around married women with babies, everyday I grow more and more appreciative of my single lifestyle. No husband to go home to, college educations to save up for (thank god, because that would be non-existent), or breast milk to pump.

Just sushi with girlfriends, cocktails with aquaintances, and the occasional casual encounter....

Also, the ability to share my provocative stories with these conservative women, besides bobby of course.... and talk them in to eating at places like Hooters, as they already know I like the eye candy there, and Britt has never been. So, all six of us go for lunch yesterday. I ate before, so I wouldn't eat wings. Really just there for viewing pleasure, since we all know the hanky panky is primarily imaginary, or frequented on the computer screen.

Paris Hilton's ex-BFF & unchosen Room Raider, Desirae, was our waitress. Incredibly incompetent; perhaps hinting at what good judgement MTV has. The other waitress, however, was quite intrigued as to why I no longer wanted diet coke. As she stood there and smiled, chatting laughingly with me, I thought, could this work? I was hoping it would. I'll have to venture back to her with Bobby, as the others did not take a liking to the all-around bland cuisine.

Hours later, all the talk of Brittney's Kitchen-Aid & sub-par food, got me in the mood to cook. 3 ingedient meals it is! Plus a whole bunch of unused ingredients from Sam's... I can come up with something else. Parchement cooked Halibut with orange & thyme. Encroyable! Best simple fish I've ever made. Sauteed spinach and fresh basil. He screams, "Babe is that oil???" Calm down crazy-eyez killa! 1 tablespoon of olive oil will not undo the magic p90x had bestowed upon you.


Now what? He's got three DVDs of The Wire left, so that definitely leaves me out of the picture. Roast some poblano peppers and make a corn relish. Pretty simple. Prettay, pretttaaay, pretty good.

All in all, a few relaxing hours in the kitchen with my headphones... then head to bed, where we'll discuss the details of getting to and from the airport, the electric bill, and the progression of selling one of the cars. Goodnight mr & mrs....