I killed myself today! I did FIVE loads of laundry and pulled about 3 bushels of weeds and baby elm trees!
THEN, I walked to the convenience store for cigarettes and Evil Soda Pop (hey, I deserved a good burp!). I got 2 dollars for the bus, too.
On the way back, stopped at that FABULOUS Middle Eastern place. I got a lamb shish kabob sandwich.
Now, when these people say LAMB sandwich, they mean LAMB with a modest pita wrapped around it, some sauce, and tomatoes and onions, with a side carton of pickled: beets, pickles and olives!
Five bucks. That's all.
It's gotta be close to half a pound of lamb. I'm not kidding. Barbequed. Tender. Juicy. Smokey.
I'm in HEAVEN! And swatting cats with all I've got.
OOOO this is SOOO much better than a friggin quarter pounder!
What a TREAT!
And, now that I'm EARNING MONEY AS A JOURNALIST, I can eat like this once or twice a month, without feeling guilty.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
It's two thirty; I'm done for the day.
Got most of the garden really soaked, so I can pull more weeds tomorrow and start planting.
And I wasn't kidding about laundry; I ALMOST didn't have any nice clothes LEFT!
PEEEiiiuuuuuww! Do I need a SHOWER!
After General Hospital and lamb...
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