Watching Me Like a…

The weather held long enough for me to cook dinner on the grill. Jen marinated some chicken and I cooked it. I consulted The Google to know how long to cook it and the suggestion I went with was much too short a time, but I rolled with it and it looks good now.

The whole time I was outside, I had this cat up at the top of a tree eyeing me.

He or she was sitting in that spot when I first went out to turn on the grill, and he or she was still there when I packed up and went back inside about half an hour later.

You could say that he or she was watching me… watching me like a hawk.

Lunch Break

If the weather would just cooperate and stop raining once in a while, I would spend my lunch this way more often…

Oh my goodness, does this cheap, frozen burger patty taste goooooood. It’s four ounces and I don’t know if I can eat the whole thing, but it is so gooood.

Also, is it hot enough for ya?


ADDENDUM: An hour or so after posting this I am happy to report that my tiny little surgically altered stomach and I were able to eat the whole hamburger and a handful of french fries I had on the side. I am pleased with the whole experience. I’m also feeling very full right now. Not quite stuffed, but close. I really want a glass of water but I still have to wait 42 more minutes before I can drink anything.

Trying Something… Maybe

The kids are here and I am about to cook dinner on the grill. I am thinking of trying something that I haven’t tried since before the weight loss surgery. I am thinking of having an actual hamburger. Like burger patty and a hamburger roll, together.

I am afraid, but I think I am up for it.

Wish me burger-luck.

Another Sign that Summer is Over

Are you ready for another depressing sign that summer is depressingly over?

I just went outside to start the grill so that I could cook myself a burger and a dog for lunch. The grill wouldn’t start. I think it’s out of gas.

Somehow that’s even more depressing than being three days past Labor Day.

Summer really is over, kids. It’s time to start crying.