put the sandwich back in the fridge...

Tugging at the heart-strings tonight, Paul?

hoping more
for a ham on
rye smile...

Good write- very minimalist, but good story. Reminds me of Hemingway's six word story.

perhaps my sandwich could be considered as
A Moveable Feast...

Don't you hate when the realization comes late?

actually, I'm generally amazed
that it comes to me at all...

oh well...make it a late night snack....Super funny as always

he who lives by the sandwich
dies by the sandwich and
I'll take that sandwich with me
to my grave...

I'm beginning to think that maybe
she sees herself as being
a bit above a sandwich...

well not until
it's six foot under
with me in my coffin she ain't..:)

Paul your wry wit gets me every time :)

love Crim

is that wit' mustard..?

thanks, as ever, Crim..:)

the unrequited hope of a late lunch  :-)

it was only a suppersition...

welll damn...

me,
the sandwich
or her...

(which,
let's be honest here,
was spam..:)

all ways GOOD  to eXercise  patience

oh yes, nobody wants unfit patients...