I stepped up my
pathetic game to level 2. Hard, hard, hard McHardersen. I was sweating my ass off and panting like a wild woman trying to keep up with her. My dog looks at me like I'm possessed. She's no joke. And I'm scared of her. However, I have noticed that she makes the two girls behind her do most of the work while she blabbers on about creating such a great method. AND, those girls sweat like banchees too.
Mark and I hit the town this past Saturday night. Outback Steakhouse and back home to walk the dog by 9pm. You're jealous, really, I know. Seriously though, Outback steak is SO good. It's cooked perfectly, the 6oz potion is just right and that chopped salad is unhealthily delicious! AND, $9.99! Can't beat that with a stick. Mark and I've dropped about $70 on one piece of steak to share at Flemings. $70 smackaroos! Redic. Outback, just as good. We did receive some heart wrenching news while ordering drinks at Outback. They no longer serve Mark's favorite Australian beer, James Boags. I thought he was going to shed a few tears on the bar stool. Outback was the only place in the whole United States of America where you could get it. Well, I might have made that up, but that's the only place we've seen it. Poor guy. It seriously took him a few minutes to get over the shock and horror.
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