Today’s lunch offering of choice was the local Chick-Fil-A. Drive-thu… preorder of course… points on the app + hangry boys. Baby girl hasn’t tasted the magic yet. Dave asked me what I wanted. “Oh, I’m good… I’ll just clean up whatever the boys don’t eat.” Moms… you feel me. We got home and let them go to town on the large spread we bet they wouldn’t finish.
This story ends with me making myself a peanut butter sandwich. That’ll learn me.
The end.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
