xMandyDx
Determination is Key
So hubby was out tonight. He's just come home a half hour ago with a chippy.
I nearly cried when he walked in the door and the smell hit me.
"What do you HAVE?!" I demanded.
He held the brown paper bag out to me in supplication. "Bought you fish..." he told me quietly.
"Yayyyy!" I replied and proceeded to peel all the batter off the fillet of cod. And it was delish.
But...
The smell of the batter was tormenting me, teasing me. I checked my bible to see how many syns were in battered, deep fried cod, and it was 2.5 syns per 28g.
So I continued hollowing out the batter and ate all the fish, keeping a couple of especially crispy bits of batter, and promising myself 2.5syns worth.
Two little bites I took, and put it down.
"I don't even want that," I said. It tasted just like grease. Yuck.
But I did allow myself 3 chips and one small bite of sausage. I had 7 syns left anyway. I reckon I used them well lol
I nearly cried when he walked in the door and the smell hit me.
"What do you HAVE?!" I demanded.
He held the brown paper bag out to me in supplication. "Bought you fish..." he told me quietly.
"Yayyyy!" I replied and proceeded to peel all the batter off the fillet of cod. And it was delish.
But...
The smell of the batter was tormenting me, teasing me. I checked my bible to see how many syns were in battered, deep fried cod, and it was 2.5 syns per 28g.
So I continued hollowing out the batter and ate all the fish, keeping a couple of especially crispy bits of batter, and promising myself 2.5syns worth.
Two little bites I took, and put it down.
"I don't even want that," I said. It tasted just like grease. Yuck.
But I did allow myself 3 chips and one small bite of sausage. I had 7 syns left anyway. I reckon I used them well lol