I don't recall the exact sequence of events that led to the discovery of this absolute mathematical truth, but here are some of the memories I've been able to gather together:
- Jason and I got home after a party.
- I begged Jason to make me a tuna melt.
- Jason said something that seemed, at the time, completely cruel and unreasonable - something like, "Lola, it's almost 3 a.m. We should go to bed."
- I started to run down the stairs, brokenhearted, whimpering and determined to make my own tuna melt.
To be fair, though, I suppose there's really only one person I can blame.
And that person is Jason.
His tuna melts are recklessly delicious.
3 comments:
Mmmm I do love a good tuna melt.
I agree though, stairs....not so much. Had my fair share of those for the summer.
The above post is anonymous. But I'm guessing it's from Wentzell.
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