Waiting for the train. I felt like a kid. I was so excited.
Here's where we went for lunch. When we worked together, we would go every Friday. It was our reward for getting through another week of work.
This stuff is hardcore. There is nothing low-cal about it.
The lovely Kelly enjoying her yummy fries.
Good friends. Fattening food. It doesn't get much better than this.
Although I love going into the city, I'm not sure I'd want to work there again. I mean, you have to wear grown-up clothes everyday! And, you have to get up before 9:00 a.m. What's fun about that?
Lurker! LOL...are you going to the Boston Parent Bloggers party on Thursday? If so, I'll see you there.
ReplyDeleteThat's my kind of lunch. Oink.
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