I want Chili’s egg rolls. I want salad and breadsticks from Olive Garden. I want pizza from Gatlinburg Brewing on 66 and a great big draft beer. I want ribs and a small sirloin from Texas Roadhouse with a loaded sweet tater. I want a cheeseburger and fries from Five Guys. I want a giant slice of cookie cake. I think that’s it. Oh, no, I’m not out of food. I’m not even hungry! I merely want what I can’t have. It’s a metaphor for my life. I have consumed the following today: one biscuit with sausage gravy. One biscuit with blackberry jam. Two eggs, medium. One glass of milk. One sausage patty. Lunch was a bowl of hamburger helper with tomatoes. Supper was red beans & rice with andouille sausage, peppers, onions, and two small garlic rolls. One Mountain Dew and a pack of Little Debbie heart cakes. So now that’s something you know about me. Angela was kind enough to bring me a quart of milk. Why not a gallon, you ask? Because Weigels was out of gallons, that’s why. Evidently everybody suddenly started drinking milk for every meal 🙄 the heck of it is, I stood in the aisle yesterday, looking at it. And I came to the decision I didn’t need any milk. Well, lemme tell you, friends and neighbors, I was WRONG. I did need milk, especially if I wanted to have chocolate chip cookies this weekend…