- I chose a little of the three bean salad.
- I chose the tomato soup.
- I took a few bites/sips of each and put them into the refrigerator to live with all the other lunches I've tossed in there to die since Monday.
- I have a little garlic breath.
- The three bean isn't as good as my Grama Altman's
- Because of 1, 2, and 3, I am becoming my grandmother*.
*When I was in college and she was in her eighties and stubbornly still living alone at home, she'd ask me what I wanted for dinner as she struggled to open the refrigerator door. Inside there'd be a tiny crumpled up piece of tin foil with what looked like half a sole of a leather shoe in it. "Well, we could have this."
When y'all come over to my place in 50 years, that's what's for dinner.
3 comments:
uhh, I'll pass. But thanks.
I'm having chicken enchildas with margaritas, if you want to come over for dinner.
and "y'all"? WTF? You from Texas or Boston? Should't it be "yous all"?
i don't believe bostonians say 'yous all'. i say everything though, because i'm a jackass.
yeah, "yous guys". See, whatever! I'm not from the East so what the fuck do I know?
I only know "surfs up dude!" and "like totally wow!"
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