January 16, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
I outsped her.
The word of the day is: Anxious.
|[ angk-shuhs, ang- ]|
full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous:
Her parents were anxious about her poor health.
earnestly desirous; eager (usually followed by an infinitive or for):
anxious to please; anxious for our happiness.
attended with or showing solicitude or uneasiness:
Just so you know, anxious is where I live my life.
I call it home.
I pledge allegiance to it’s flag.
One nervous wreck, under cod, with flibberti and gibbet for all.
Sometimes you want to eat a whole pizza.
But that four cups of Caesar salad won’t let you.
So you only get half of the pizza down.
Guess I’ll just have to have it for second breakfast.
No point in letting perfectly good thin crust bbq chicken pizza go to waste on some ungrateful little kid.
I need to remember to put jalapeños on it.
I just had the idea for a pulled chicken sandwich.
Barbecue chicken, grilled pickled jalapeños, grilled red onions, and a fried egg.
I’d call it: “(sand)Wich Came First?”
The answer is always: she did.
I have to take the fucking Grismas lights down today.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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