out of order

Longtime readers will recall the Great Six Cheese Sandwich Debacle of 2012. I spent the day wearing a big “out of order” sign. Maybe it’ll turn out to be a good thing. Back on track tomorrow. Or on road. Or treadmill. Or maybe on pay-per-view. Whatever.

Rained like crazy all day. Highlight was stopping for food.Even though it was absolutely pouring, Mo assured me it would be no problem going from the car to the front door to get food to go. I got out, standing in the deluge and waited for her. She just looked at me. What she meant was that it would be no problem for ME to go. I love Mo.

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