If every day were Saturday, I think I'd weigh about 300 pounds. Today wasn't a good writing day (but then, we've got company), but it was an excellent eating day. We went to Lynn's Paradise Cafe for brunch and I had peanut butter pancakes. They have the best pancakes ever. Bar none. I could eat them every single day.
Then we went to try and find Thieneman's again and wound up driving all over creation. We did finally get there and I bought two cat thyme plants (which, incidentally, drive the cats nearly as nuts as catnip).
Dinner was Tony's ribs, baked beans, and baked potatoes. I ate every bit of that too and I feel like a stuffed sausage now. I believe I'll be sleeping the sleep of carb over-indulgence tonight.