I don't cook.
Most of you know that about me.
Most of you also know that I'm married to the sweetest man on the planet, so when he asked if I wanted to go out to lunch today, given these two factors, I wasn't at all surprised.
Nor should you be.
Nor should you be surprised to learn that I chose Sid's on Main for lunch. They have a Buffalo Chicken Salad there, and if I were given a choice, I would eat nothing BUT Buffalo Chicken Salads for the rest of my life and ALL OF ETERNITY.
I was, however, surprised when Sid took Jones away and brought him back, having defaced his Kentucky t-shirt, adding a masking tape "D" before the "U" and, after the "K," an "E."
Needless to say, we won't be eating at Sid's again ... until lunchtime tomorrow, that is.
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