The past 24 hours have been magnificent. Last night I worked until 11:15pm, so my boss and I split an order of fried calamari and I ordered myself a huge hamburger with fries for dinner, except I got so full off the fried calamari that I didn’t even get to the hamburger/fries — which meant I had all of it leftover for today. I meant to eat it for lunch but just didn’t have time to eat today because I was scrambling in between work and personal errands to run before my trip to Panama this week.
At 6:15pm today I finally got around to unwrapping my leftover hamburger and fries and had just microwaved it when I get a call from roommate L asking when I was coming home. Oh no L, are you locked out?!?!??!? “No, I was just wondering when you were coming home because I’m making some sour cream and onion Pringles encrusted chicken for you guys tonight.”
SOUR CREAM AND ONION PRINGLES ENCRUSTED CHICKEN !?!?!??!??!??!??!??!??!??!??!??!?!?!
HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I nearly lost it at work. I had to get home. I rushed home as soon as I could and this is the dericiousness that I came home to, beautiful chicklings cooking in a comfy nest of crushed Pringles:
Sour cream and onion Pringles encrusted chicken
HAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the greatest thing is I still have that hamburger and fries for tomorrow, and tomorrow is my last day in the office since I’m leaving for Panama first thing Thursday morning. And then I will be bathing in Panamanian sun and eating cheap Panamanian dericiousness and drinking Panamanian liquors with my one and only Panamaniac.
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