1. Whoppers with cheese. I always used to think these were gross. Why ruin a perfectly good cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, and worst of all...mayonaise??
How terribly misguided I was.
On my occasional, unavoidable fast food visit I used to order things like 'grilled chicken sandwiches, no mayo' or salad. I now know better.
Trips to Burger King and sometimes even McDonalds are no longer accidental or unavoidable. They're not even occasional. I love whoppers. And double cheese-burgers.
2. Long, hot baths. Hours wasted...doing nothing but soaking. Sometimes I try to read, but mostly...I just soak.
3. An occasional Killian's Irish Red. I've never even completed half of a bottle, but...yum.
Beer is usually one of those things I associate with...Homer Simpson...and big, lazy men, wearing 'wife-beater' shirts, watching football. yuck.
If anything, I'd normally rather be a wine snob.
My "occasional" means about once a year.
(though of course, for the past seven or eight months, I've completely abstained)
(I bet you didn't think I was "edgy" enough to post that on my blog, Andy.)
5. Desperate Housewives. I've never missed an episode.
I never thought I'd play blogging tag...this feels a little too much like Xanga.
But...Andrea Rudd, you're it. And..."cheesy Lindsey" too.