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Ahead Of It This Time

Boy, first day out of the NaBloPoMo gate and I barely got the first post in. One minute to spare before the deadline. Whew! See how I'm doing Day 2 waaaaaaaaay ahead? Yep, I are smart. So what do we have on board today?? Let's see what they gave us shall we?

If you knew that whatever you ate next would be your last meal, what would you want it to be? 

Not surprisingly, I've thought about this. In fact, after this I thought about it even more. What??

I would select the following items and take as much time as I could so I could get some of everything.

* 3 egg omelet with sliced American cheese and bacon with a drizzle of ketchup on top and a big glass of milk.
* A couple grilled cheese sandwiches, Burger King double cheeseburger with no pickles, a large McDonald's fry and an ice cold Mt. Dew. I'll have a large Wendy's frosty to eat and dip my fries in. Don't judge.
* My mom's meatloaf, my mother in law's chicken and egg noodle pasta dish, my husband's mashed potatoes and a couple Southern and Cokes.
* I would end it all with pumpkin pie, lefsa with butter and sugar, state fair cheese curds and a red velvet cake.

It won't matter at all if I don't poop for a week with all that cheese intake (not that I have that issue - sorry TMI?). I'm sure I'll think of more two seconds after I hit publish. That's how I roll.

And if I were to eat all that, that's exactly what I'd do..... roll.


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