A Lady who LunchesPosted: February 4, 2011
Who you callin’ a lady?
Probably not moi… Especially not after driving home from an ass-busting gym sesh while soaked – literally – in my own sweat. If I was truly a lady, I’d be soaked in my own glisten.
And I probably wouldn’t have cussed my way through my last set of situps. But I can’t help it. I really %^&*’ing hate ab work.
See what I mean? The prim and proper gene just isn’t in me.
You can put the girl in a dress, but you can’t keep her from making orange-rind smiles.
Moving right along.
A dainty lunch spread of Chevrie, hummus, organic peanut butter and lingonberry jam to spread atop wafer crackers somehow made me feel hoity-toity…
At least until dinner 😉
When you score your dream pizza for $5 courtesy of a Pizza Hut special (light cheese, half black olives, half mushrooms) and are tempted by the smell for an hour-long commute, even the most dainty lady would dig in to a couple slices right in the comfort of her own car.
What are those plates that I hear people raving about these days? Maybe I should look into those for the apartment 😉
Are you a reserved, dainty, frills-and-ruffles kind of girl, or do you cuss and pack back pizza with the guys?