*According to the government and utility companies, anyway.
This was Henry’s dinner spread last night.
“Don’t take a picture of my food!” he pleaded in embarrassment.
My dinner was tuna on crackers (auto correct changed that to Tina, which would have made for a much more interesting blog post) and corn. Here in our Brookline shanty, we eat only marginally better than college students.
Sometimes, Henry will throw all kinds of stuff in a pot, call it soup, and expect me to eat it every day for a week. It’s a wonder how I’m still this fat when I’m essentially eating standard soup kitchen fare.
Holy shit, the Love Unlimited Orchestra’s “Love’s Theme” just came on. BRB have to disco.
4 Responses to “We’re Not Poor* But We Eat Like It”
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Yep, got to love that autocorrect. I’m afraid, however, that Henry’s not my type!
Haha, forget Henry – am I??
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Um . . . sure!! I would chase you like crazy if not for those pesky details . . . hundreds of miles apart, I’m married, you’re straight. . . like I said: details. Yep, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ with it.
I’m a bit confused by the crackers… on his plate.. not the ones you are eating with tuna. Tuna and crackers rock, btw!