It was one of those nights. I was busy all day and never had the chance to sit down and eat lunch, let alone plan out dinner. After school, I took Jackson to the library for his Battle of the Books meet. Thinking I was going to have to rush home and get Savannah to confirmation class (it ended up being cancelled because of our 149 feet of snow), I opted to stop at McDs for a quickie dinner. I couldn't bring myself to order a salad, you know, because of the 50,000 feet of snow outside, but I thought I'd try to be sort of good by getting a grilled chicken sandwich without mayo.
I wonder what it would look like if I'd asked for extra mayo?
But being the ever-so-resourceful woman I am, I simply wiped the mayo on my dry, cracked, bleeding hands. It's quite the moisturizer!