A Sad Story

The only thing I wanted was a Toastie . . . and I did not get one. That is the beginning of the story and it's the end too, because then we went to Denny's and I got something that was much less than a Toastie. If you have never had a Toastie I will quickly describe it for you:
- It is a magic sandwich straight from heaven . . . and it is wonderful

Just right now I looked at Les and she said, "She's gargling with salt water" which was the exact answer to the question I did not say out loud. That is how good she is.

In revenge for not getting my Toastie, I am going to eat more candy and ice cream than is necessary.

Also, I hate back to school weekend because traffic is terrible and there are a hundred million people who are stupid and walk in front of my car all over the place. Everything is crowded with laughing, rambunctious youngsters and their happy, confident behaviour annoys me and makes me angry. I guess it all means that I am turning into an old woman because I just said "youngsters".

This is not a good story (unlike my Toastie story, which was a riveting, human interest piece) but I love honey mustard sauce, and I would eat bark dipped in it.