After not eating much of anything all day, I came back from the library (paper done but sans conclusion, have to ruminate on that for a bit.) starving. As I dial my Daddy to call him back, I go about making myself a peanut butter hamburger. (That would be peanut butter on a hamburger bun for all you gourmet chefs out there.)
Half an hour later Tosh repremands me for not twisting and tucking the bag. (It's an unspoken rule that it doesn't need a twist tie after half the bag is empty. Psshta!) I turned to her and yelled, "title" and we burst into giggles as I sat down to blog about our stupidness.
*title would be "I wanna eat stale buns damn it!" in case you weren't quick on the uptake.
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