Ode to B4

Ahhh the magical B4.

What is it about TGI Friday's Cheddar and Bacon potato skins? I'm not really a fan of imitation bacon. Or a fan of imitation cheddar and potatoes for that matter... But I think if someone employed me to kill their grandmother for a lifetime supply of TGI Friday's Cheddar and Bacon Potato skins...well, let's just say I'd entertain the idea. But for the sake of the rest of this blog and all blogs henceforth let's just refer to them as CBP's because I have a feeling that I will be referring to them quite often. And TGIFRIDAY'SCHEDDARANDBACONPOTATOSKINS is just too much to write when I haven't the time. Hasn't everyone noticed how important I am? I go to "business meetings" and chat with my co-workers on my MoBile work phone.

I hate it when people say Mo-BILE. What are you British? I am a descendant of Britain. It's my dad's Mum. She's British. Maybe that's why I'm so Cheeky. Ha. My Dad's crazy Mum insists that I call her Nan-Nah, even though I've only had the "pleasure" of meeting her a hand-full of times in my life. She lives in Apple Valley California. And sends me pictures of her and the cast of General Hospital for Christmas. Thanks, uh- Grandma? "No, call me Nan-Nah!" She also insists that everything is "lovely" and "wonde-ful" out here (cali).

Which brings me back to my previous point, CBP's. They're delicious. love them. Would probably think about killing "Nan-Nah" for a lifetime supply. I wonder if TGIF is aware of their power? Probably better that they're not.

BTW my diet is going great, thanks for asking.