not all the time but he tries. so BACK OFF!
anyway, left hand rob has been at the weight loss game for a little while now and he's been doing it the old fashioned way.
by earning it.
and the bastard admires his self control as i've seen him turn down the run to the chessesteak place many times knowing full well that as a native pennsylvanian, cheese whiz courses through his veins and still he turns it down. bravo, i say.
but last night, the bastard had dinner with his ladyfriend, saxomafone, and his wife, h.m. (they came in from las vegas, under cover of darkness). we went out for ribs (rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbbssssss!) at rub, which is a personal favorite.
but, the bastard has alot of personal favorites.
but now, i have to issue a challenge to rob's personal resolve. a challenge to his self control.
so rob i only have two words for you.
yes lobster, frito pie. i double dog DARE you to resist it's artery clogging goodness. and yes, it IS as good it looks. better the bastard would argue. gauntlet is down. and the games afoot.