The Mayonnaise Chronicles

The last time we met I was divining the dribbles on a ham and american cheese. The most amazing personal insight, which now eludes me, wanting to nourish my soul. Not recorded, noted,  or published yet,but I'm living and thinking differently. 

Oh well, the mayo worked.

Sweetie Face Happens

Epiphanies are like toes they're always there, but you don't see them until you take off your socks, I took notice of my toes last week while squirting mayonnaise on a gas station sandwich. It's kind of personal, which is to say I'd like to say it just right, and tonight just isn't going to do it