My Achilles Heel

If I even have a weakness...and I'm not sure that I do...but if I did....that weakness would be leftover fried chicken out of the fridge.

It's like heroin.

Here's how it went:

I think I'll get a glass of water.

What's this behind the water pitcher and next to the ketchup?

Fried Chicken!?!?!? How'd this get here? Why isn't it in my belly?

Well....that's a situation we can quickly remedy, ain't it?

God that's good stuff.

Also: Can't we do something about all this humidity? My evening walk became an evening swim.