I’m floating in gluttony. It’s
I'm floating in gluttony. It's a guilty pleasure... almost a high. There is a name for culinary extacy and it is Morton's. Today marks two months of engagement, but that isn't why we dove into the gastronomical decadence of my favorite restaurant in Houston. The “tile guys” came today. They tore up carpet and padding from the front portion of the house we lease to start putting down ceramic tile in preparation for the new, yet-to-step-forward tenants my landlord anxiously awaits. The “tile guys” treated EL to nine and a half hours of hammering, drilling, scraping, sliding, loud conversation in foreign tongue, and overall invasion of serenity and privacy. So, I think some pampering is in order at a minimum. Michael and I had a couple deep pints of Guinness after work with some guys that work in his office. My day, albeit busy, was not unpleasant and, by comparison to hers, was uneventful. She gets a five star restaurant and full body massage. It's only fair really.
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