Radom things

Ever go out to eat with someone, and you are famished, so you keep eating and eating and the other person finally looks up at you like you are a piggy beast?

That's how I felt at lunch today.

Went with Sabrina, to talk about the "pregnancy". (Hers, not mine)
She's in town from California to tell the family her big news. Prior to lunch, I kept thinking, GREAT, we can pig out and dish out the gossip.
Only, pregnant and all, she ordered a Veggie burger, with no bun (and the waitress had to ask her twice if that was what she meant) and I had a cheeseburger and onion rings and french fries. (she told me to order both because she said we could split them)

I saw her eat one onion ring and about two, maybe three, but certainly not four french fries.

I told her the joy of being pregnant is to eat like you don't care.
She looked at me a little funny.

So funny, I stopped eating my hamburger, and left a few bites on the plate.

Sigh.