Just one of those nights…
…you know those days where you don’t really feel like cooking? You don’t really have much of a taste for anything but you know you need to eat? Well tonight was that day for me. The work week has pretty much been one of the most stressful for me, actually to put it quite frank the past month has pretty much sucked. Tonight my honey and I were in no shape or form let alone desire to deal with the hassle of cooking, blah and the worse part about cooking, the dishes! Zack called me up and asked me if I had already started to cook dinner and luckily I had not, he immediately stated to me not to bother and that he was on his way home to change and he would take me out for a salad. What a nice guy! I was absolutely thrilled! I immediately came in and changed clothes and anxiously awaited his arrival. We decided to go to a little brew house up the street from our house called BJ’s. Their food is so so, Im not crazy about it but at the same time don’t hate it. I couldn’t decide what to have after going through the menu…and again….yep and then a third time! I finally decided on the tomato bisque soup in the sour dough bread bowl and a side salad. I knew I didn’t really need the bread bowl but for some reason I was carb craving like mad so I totally gave in. Silly me forgot to tell the waiter that I wanted the Dressing on the side so I ended up with dressing and apparently lettuce on the side. Meh, live and learn right? The soup was really good when I finally got to eat it. Can you believe the waiter brought out the soup minus a spoon and didn’t come back for ohhhhh…..15 minutes or so. Soup no spoon, ham no burger, kool aid no sugar! Talk about tease. I ate all of the soup and just about half of the bread bowl and most of the salad. I was starvin marvin! I also indulged in one beer, a berry burst cider. Weekend is almost here I am counting down! Have a great night folks!
Yeah the picture of the salad isnt working so Ill describe for you, basically iceburg lettuce with tomato, cucumber and a few croutons. Nothing really to write home to mom about 
