I've been in Philly for the past four days, stuffing my face with cheesesteaks, Matzo ball soup, potato knishes, lox, and everything in the world containing sugar. Jon's Dad owns a Jewish deli and it's go-time on the food whenever we go. If you're ever in Philly, ya gotta eat at Mrs. Marty's Deli. But afterwards when you have to go up a pant size, don't blame me.
I mean, I know how to put down the food. I usually refrain from gorging myself (usually) while in Los Angorexia, but when we travel to Philly, step outta my way or you might be caught in the crossfire of fork to mouth.
Anyburp, due to the fun Philly times, I present you with less words today and more Cornelia.
What a charmer. Aight, off to weep over some lettuce and ice water.