For lunch I raided the fridge for some cold cuts we bought yesterday. As I was making my sandwich I thought, " hmm, I don't remember buying sliced ham." Then it was "wonder why the ham feels slimy," followed by "Dear Gawd this tastes like unwashed Illinois ass ." Using my expansive edumacation, I then checked the label - it was purchased from the deli NOVEMBER 21st and was somehow lost in our refrigerator until it reappeared at my fingertips today. I look forward to hours of the 'rhea this evening.
Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
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