I went to lunch by myself yesterday at one of my favorite restaurants, The Bread Garden. World's best homemade soups, breads (panara, eat your heart out), and sandwiches. I ordered the min-ih-strone-ee soup please. The chef, without even a grin, corrected me; mean-eh-strone. Whatever, just give me a bowl of it and extra bread. {soup nazi} No tip for you! {soup nazi}
I have a terrible time pronouncing things, am woefully ignorant about politics, the stock market, computers, and hate history. I also can't read people, and have a horrible time judging character. I never fail to trust those who end up screwing me, and blow off those who would have been loyal friends. So, I have no 'best' friends I have known forever. My husband is the only one I have really gotten close to, but I like it when he screws me
