
Don't worry Moms, boyfriends (haha...boyfriends), skinny jeans, and swimsuits, we aren't going to gain weight here. Why? A. We walk miles every day and B. I keep finding bones in my chicken, which puts horrible thoughts in my mind. For example, "This piece of chicken has a weird shape and a different texture. What if I'm eating a chicken skull or something?" And then I want to cry, or just spit it out. Sometimes I choose to do the latter.
This meal wasn't finished. I got a to-go box (what I had left wouldn't fit in the to-go box), because I don't want to be that American who wastes more than half her meal.
But guess what? Guess what? Our dinners are saved! By a flying wild man in a loin cloth. Okay, I haven't met a flying wild man in a loin cloth (not yet at least), I just want to watch Tarzan. No, our dinners were saved by the arrival of Tiko, our Fijian cook. So far, she's cooked shepherd's pie, chicken pot pie, and tonight she's cooking veggie stir-fry.
I was trying to think of a clever way to end this post, but heck I'm not a blog writer, it's hot, and memories of the chicken I ate today are coming back. Plus there is a creepy-looking dead bug on my floor that's making me want to stay on the corner of my bed while fiercely hugging my pillow and my laptop. Um...remember when Mr. Rochester calls for Jane, and she hears him even though she's so far away? I'm going to make like Mr. Rochester and MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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