So we're at the Smith's, right? And Rachel and Steph ran off to dinner. Steph wants to marry the Cheesecake Factory, so that's where they headed. Mike and I were left to eat old Halloween candy and popcorn. That is until...wait for it...wait for it... Mike went to the garage and came back with... two massive T-bone steaks! They are the size of my ego. Mike is working some magic on the grill as I type. That is unless he burns them because he's trying to watch them while feed Preston and watch the Pink Panther cartoon. So here's the plan. We will eat better food than they do, and then when they get back, we'll make them feel just guilty enough that we get to eat the leftovers. Is it a perfect plan? No...and I think that's what I like about it. I'll let you know how it turns out.
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Cheesecake Factory did not disappoint.
Does this mean the Cheesecake Factory is taken? Because I'd like to marry it, too . . .
Better make sure it's desert that's leftover, cause the is the best part of dinner at "The Factory" after. I'm routing for ya. Best of luck.
That's a pretty funny picture of George.
For the record it was awesome. Stephanie, fittest lady I know, ordered the philly cheesesteak with fried navajo flatbread instead of regular bread. I wanna be fit just like her so I copied her. Delicious.
And dinner and dessert were both good as left overs. Even the fries. Go Factory!
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