I had a minor triumph last evening. We had yet another social outing last night (and you know what THAT means). Food, food, food. It was our minister's 90th birthday celebration and we just HAD to be there to give him our best wishes.
It was a buffet (Yay). My husband piled the food on his plate as if we were refugees and came back to the table. The salad was served and I ignored it. I asked for some water and sipped it slowly being engaged in the accolades and activities of the evening. That salad stayed right there with my fork. I kept sipping and talking to the person sitting next to me. After Reverend Polk blew out his 91 candles, I was outta there!! Triumph!! Four days down, 96 to go!!
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