A couple of weeks ago, a friend sent me an email invitation to a girls-only dinner of wine and pasta. It was supposed to be for yesterday evening. I really hesitated at responding to the invitation. I really enjoy the women involved. We often golf and go the theater together. But, usually any meals we’ve had together are at restaurants. That way I can quietly choose BTD compliant food. But this invitation threw me for a loop. I did not want to eat pasta. I don’t like what pasta does to me. And I have been trying really hard the past few weeks to stay away from avoid foods. Also, I have been avoiding wine, as it has started to turn my nose pimply. (Must be from preservatives, or sulfites, or something in non-organic wines). So, finally, on Wednesday, I emailed her back and declined the invitation. I gave her the lame excuse that I had to work late. I really didn’t have to stay late, but I did anyway…..just so I wouldn’t feel too guilty about fibbing to my friend.

The first of the local strawberries are being sold in the stores this week. They are so incredibly sweet. I prefer just to eat them alone. Hubby is talking about strawberry shortcake tonight. It is the anniversary of my late father’s birthday. We always had the true and real strawberry shortcake, whipped cream and all, for his birthday instead of cake when I was growing up. In honor of Dad, I will indulge in the treat and enjoy fond memories of childhood.