Like you really needed to twist my arm to get me to eat fish tacos, brisket sliders, pickles, chips, wings, or anything dipped in blue cheese…
No. I went right along with the plan.
I’m pretending like I’m not worried, as I mentally translate each bite into its equivalent number of minutes on the tread mill tomorrow.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and the hungry-hungry-“Hopeful in Seattle” haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Before you get your low-price nosh-on, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those sweet, savory, and salty syllables for all eternity.