Steak and salad turned out to be burgers without the bread. Aussies call this a burger with the lot: egg, beetroot, steak, bacon, onions, lettuce, tomato... I couldn't fit cheese on the plate.
Husband needs a job. A real paid job. Every discussion ends with that eternal verity.
AFP tomorrow. Either LBD or corset and jeans. Corset is wedding attire. Ribcage will be throbby, but as Frenchy said in Grease: beauty is pain.