Just yesterday, I was still sleeping at this time, about to wake up in half an hour. I could be eating Lucky Charms right now. Naked. Nah, I'd probably just be in my jammies and not bother brushing my hair. Vacations are good.
I had two days at home after Vegas and I did nothing. I cleaned nothing. I organized nothing. I put up no Christmas tree. I did no chores of any kind. I ate Frito pie.
Yeah, you heard me, and this is something I have long wanted to confess. I like Frito pie. I like it in the chip bag eaten with a spork. I like it from Sonic or DQ. I like the chili homemade or out of a can. I like it with generic corn chips or name-brand Frito-Lay products. I like it with more cheese than Ben Affleck's Christmas card. I like Frito pie and I don't care who knows it.
I also like hot dogs and I don't care what they're made of. I will eat them from 7-11. I will eat them from A&W Rootbeer Restaurants. I will eat them at a ball game. I will eat them grilled on the 4th of July or on any given Tuesday. I will eat them microwaved or boiled if I have to. I will eat them footlong or bun-length. I will eat them from a cart in the street. I like hot dogs and I don't care who knows it.
I do not like Moon Pies, however. I just thought you should know.
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