Last night I had an inexplicable craving for lasagna and so, upon leaving the house to meet a boy for drugs (yes, drugs, that's right! I don't have health insurance and this particular boy has access) I decided that I would after go to the supermarket.
"Here," he said, "pertussis is going around. I just want you to get better." He handed me a card of pills.
Wow. And he was totally hot. Thick medium blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, he drove a black Mercedes. He wore glasses. A total dream and a half.
"Now you call me or text me if you have any questions," he said.
"Okay."
His name is Theodore.
He's a doctor.
Can you believe it?
But back to the food!
I went into Frye's and right to the freezer section, hmm. Lasagna or Chicken parm? Chicken parm!
The next day, for second breakfast (about 9-ish) I cooked said Chicken parm. It was a Weight Watchers (TM) entree. When it was time to eat it (5 min, 30 seconds of cooking 2 minutes of waiting) I found a cold piece in the chicken-no matter, it appeared to be prec00ked but the taste was NOT Italian! The dish has a distinct Mexican flavor about it. Now I don't know about you, but having hailed from San Diego has inured me to Mexican. It's okay if you WANT Mexican, but I wanted ITALIAN!!!!
Sorry Weight Watchers(TM)-you need to adjust your directions and fix your flavorings.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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