Betty and I have this notion of a "Sunday Deep", which is a short, but very deep, Sunday afternoon nap. It usually takes 15 minutes to snap out of an SD, before one's strength returns. I took an SD this long weekend, right after a trip to the local White Spot for a late lunch selected from the "Lifestyle" section of the menu, which usually means an anaemic green salad sprinkled with pine cones and bird seed.What I really wanted is what Shaula ordered, pictured below, a Fettucine Alfredo, or perhaps a burger. But (sigh) I'm on a diet again... Sleeping after a meal is definitely not an auspicious start.
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I can't stand spiders. They plain freak me out. I had two encounters last week. A brown one ran out from under my computer keyboard at work. The second incident saw one dangling from my bangs, then my glasses, right after I got out of the car from a lunch jaunt to Taco Del Mar. Lucky for me, they were smaller than house ants, so I did myself proud by managing to refrain from issuing high-pitched girly screams. ***
I saw this variation of Jean Jacques Rousseau's famous line in The 100-Mile Diet. Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chainstores.
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