Well if you insist on skipping the martini and the "treat" calories, then for heaven's sake don't give up this one...how wonderful it must have been a long time ago...depression or not...to have the radio in the front parlor, good conversation with your family...just hangin' out and talking. .... right princess?
My dad got home about 545 every night from work 15 minutes away. He and my mom had a martini in hand as soon as he changed out of his suit. I didn't mind a 7p dinner because they talked for an hour and compared to my friends and their homelife, I was in fat city.
My dad got home about 545 every night from work 15 minutes away. He and my mom had a martini in hand as soon as he changed out of his suit. I didn't mind a 7p dinner because they talked for an hour and compared to my friends and their homelife, I was in fat city.