I may die of a heart attack at any moment.
Don’t panic…I’ve just been eating waaaaaaaaaay too much fried food since last night. Liz gave Karl a fryer for his birthday so last night’s dinner consisted of fish and chips and fried snickers. I may have eaten myself into a coma. Maybe.
Lunch today, you ask? Corn freakin’ dogs. Can we get more American? Probably not. And I’m okay with that. They were absolutely scrumptious.
I’ll let you know when I’m in the hospital.