Food for Thought

If you want a bowl of french fries covered in marinara sauce, meat, and cheese delivered to you at one o'clock in the morning...done.

That's just one of the amazing things about New York City. Sure, Times Square, Empire State Building, and Rockefeller Plaza are all pretty impressive, but late night delivery really takes the cake - which I also ordered a slice of. 

Thanks the the manic hours of shuffling dishes and folding napkins that keeps me up winding down until the wee hours of the morning, I'm also far too stressed to gain weight. In fact, I just keep eating the pancakes and shedding the pounds. 

I know what you're thinking. "You skinny bitch. How dare you taunt us with tales of your trim thighs and skinny stomach." Guilty. 

So cheers to you, America, living the dream. Cheers to your cheeseburgers and bagels and shmears of all sorts at all hours. 

Basically, the delivery guy went to my old address and I'm wasting time. 

DOORBELL, 

TJB: Making It