I woke up the other day, needing some “Me” time.
So, last week, I grabbed a babysitter and set out for a girl’s day out. We shopped, had pedicures and ate lunch.
At Cracker Barrel. Because we’re Southern. And because there’s sweet tea.
I had a Veggie platter. Don’t applaud my healthy choice. My veggies were deep fried.
We were simply stuffed full of southern fried goodness, but we couldn’t pass up the dessert of the day.
The waitress brought this out. With multiple spoons:
I know. I had the same response.
We giggled like silly girls when she dropped this off at the table.
I love sweets. I, mean, love them. Even when I’m dieting, I buy all the Weight Watcher’s desserts because I-must-have-sugar. It’s an autoimmune disorder and I’m seeking medical attention.
Let me just say. Treat yourself. Find the nearest Cracker Barrel now. Drive 149.3 miles, if you must.
This strawberry shortcake was divine.
When I took the first bite, an explosion-of-sorts, happened in my brain.
And I let out a noise.
It sounded strangely like a moan.
Oh, yes. I did.
Well. We laughed.
And, I ate more.
The waitress came over. Put her hand on my shoulder.
She gave me a knowing smile and said, “Moan if you must.”
Oh, yes. She did.
I licked the platter clean, picked up my babies and decided I need to have a girl’s day out more often.
Giggles, shortcake, and all.
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