There is no cheese with this whine.

[cyrano]

Back to waking up two or three times during the night, which does not thrill me. Saw the doctor this morning for my joints, and she wants to do more blood work. But I didn't come here to tell you that story. I told you that story so I could tell you this story.
I was trying to get to work before noon, and figuring that since I was coming in late I probably couldn't justify leaving again to get lunch. So I stopped by Togo's and said make me a meatball sandwich. My first clue should probably have been when they kept asking me if I didn't want mayonnaise or mustard on it. Because when I arrived at the office and unpacked, I found a hot pastrami sandwich. Which, you know, it's not like I can't eat it. It's just that my mouth was not expecting it.

And no, there was no cheese on it.

Comments

[mostuff.livejournal.com]

Would cheese have made it less of a whine?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Probably. Me gusta queso.
But it definitely would have changed the subject line.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

*hands you some of the fantastically delicious and soft garlic Sonoma Jack cheese she had for lunch today* Come by later, and we can have the wine. =D

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm.

[kiras.livejournal.com]

Ok, now I just want pastrami.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

You can have mine, hon. I didn't eat it. And it's from Togo's!