Number Two Hundred Ninety Three:Office, Breakfast, Biscuit
I think I have reached that age of awareness in my life where eating a sausage biscuit with egg from McDonalds is not tasty and breakfast worthy, but rather gross. Since we still have no electricity at home, and we're trying to make do with the one cord we have coming in from our nice neighbors who do have it, meals have been dodgy. Can I save the receipt for this greasy nastiness and bill Dominion Power?
By the way, Lisa Crisman, a librarian pal, sent me this:
Too funny!
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