Well, here’s what we had for lunch:
the group ordered quite a feast: nine plates of fried shrimp, two plates of calamari, two orders of fried scallops, a plate of clam strips, six medium fries, and two orders of coleslaw.
Look, I know we’re all mopey about the death of the ancient mariner, but eating ourselves to death isn’t going to bring him back. Even a DOD/NASA digital reimaging system has her limits when it comes to hiding those last 40 pounds.
And frankly I’m still getting snippy comments from people about Lady M arriving on the island Sunday wearing her grandma’s tablecloth.
That is a Sophie Theallet design! She’s French you couture challenged plebeians. Tablecloth indeed. That kind of talk just makes me crazy: And when that happens I can’t be held responsible for images that refract from my nano-photon G drives:
Even if we were having a masquerade ball - which we’re NOT – I think we can all agree that this is definitely not a good look for the Big Guy. You know, that whole Somalia thing.