Hey y’all – it’s a new week!

Okay, I’m not from the South…I don’t say “y’all”.  In fact, I had to look the word up just to make sure it was a combination of “you” and “all”, therefore resulting in the contraction “y’all”.

But hey, it’s a new week.  A new work week maybe, but not even a week into Lent yet.  And I’ve already f***ed up twice – see Day 3 and Day 4.  (For those who despise cursing, by “f***ed”, I mean “fudged”.)

(Oh yeah – for those Southerners who were reading between the parentheses above, “cursing” means “cussing”.)

So, back to the bacon-less  story… I was thinking about a late breakfast when my girlfriend Susan texted me, asking if I’d want to get some Indian food for lunch.  I haven’t had Indian in awhile, and I wanted to save up my appetite, so there were no chances that I may have bacon for breakfast today… whew!

But get this – the Indian place where I met Susan wasn’t even open for lunch – closed ’til 5pm on Monday.  So we ended up at this place called Italio.  I didn’t know if it was a new place, a chain, or what.  But they had Italian sausage on the menu, so I ordered the sausage on pasta.

It was some great s***!  (And by “s***”, I mean “food”.)