After dinner, I got an impromptu invitation to Nifty Fifty’s for shakes. Who can say no to shakes? Who can say no to Nifty Fifty’s? Sure, I was stuffed, but who cares. Ok, R said shakes, but somehow she made us order cheese fries. No complaints really, but I so did not need to eat these.
R got peanut butter cup and I got strawberry cheesecake. Ok, my shake was pretty much strawberry, with really little cheesecake. It was still good, but really, they should just call it strawberry.