Chicken good is not a reason to be friends.

It's Saturday, and around here, this means that we're even hosting a backyard BBQ, or we're going to one instead of someone else. Today it is the latter.

I am going to try to balance between eating properly and not be rude--is difficult but when everyone insists that you try their brownies or potato salad.

I wonder why people feel the need of approval on what they do to eat, rather than who they are? I love my friends for their personality, not their content of carbohydrate.

* sigh *