Wonder Boy and I were watching TV and contemplating that evening’s dinner. He tried to tempt me with some sub-par rice mix, rice being one of my favorite foods, but I called him on the shoddy representation of rice.
“What happened to the dirty rice with cheese?” I asked.
“We’re out,” he said.
And then I whipped out my little, dumb computer and a few minutes later, a case – A CASE – of dirty rice with cheese was on its way to our house. And, because if you’re buying a case of one thing, why not throw in another, I also got a case of grape Bubblicious, which is impossible to find in stores.
I think if my health-conscious father saw the joy on my face as I opened up the box, he might have thrown up a little.
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