Diaries of BB
If you were to look in my trash can right now, you'd find the normal household garbage, and sitting on the top a McDonald's bag with a chicken sandwich wrapper. I think it was a number four A - the original crispy chicken sandwich. It was made just right - juicy, yet crispy and the extra dill pickles add the right amount of flavor. And no, I am not supposed to be eating these, especially on my diet, but when the stomach wants it, the stomach gets it. No, that's not true. It is Monday, and though I left work a few minutes early today, I didn't get home until an hour and half after getting into town. Mom was waiting on me at the assisted living home. She had a date to call my sister on Facetime, and though she didn't know what we were doing, she knew I had said I was coming today. What Momma wants, Momma gets. I got there just in time as she was finishing up her supper. They had ham and cheese sandwiches, what looked like potato soup and I think, cherry cobbler. Whatever it was made my stomach voice her opinion in a very loud Miss Piggy voice, "Feed me, Feed me."
I swallowed hard to make it think that food was coming down and pulled my tummy inwards.
After Mom finished her call with my sister, I helped her get ready for the night, and then said my goodbyes. I told her I had to go grab me a bite to eat. "Do you need some money?" "No, Momma, I have money, thank you." "Where are you going to eat?" "Going to McDonald's, Momma, probably." "What are you going to get?" "I don't know." "Well, write about it and tell me tomorrow." So, Momma, here's my story about my supper- my chicken sandwiches with extra pickles. How do I describe it? Tasty, crispy, meaty, juicy, hot off the grill (or wherever they cook 'em) and brown.
It satisfied the Miss Piggy my stomach had become. I will probably order another one on another day.
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