Forgot About Saturday Afternoon

Sometimes, I forget the meaning of the word "Every."

So here's Saturday afternoon: Turkey Rollups

Yup, there it is. Six ounces of the finest breast that Albertsons had to offer. I squeeze on some Guldens Mustard, roll 'em up, and pop them in my mouth.

There you have it.

Last night, after I shut the computer down, I had two bowls of frozen grapes. And there you have that... every bite.